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As I Believe...



I’m being called to write this. It is not mine to keep. I would prove a coward and a hypocrite if I held it only for me.

The veil has been lifted and now I see. Noise, that I alone placed upon my cherished mask, proved too heavy to lift in my blindness. This plane of existence freely breathes with Love and Life and I can realize it if I but recognize my purpose. My motive should be love, the love of all singular belief and the love for all brothers and sisters, for kinship. I will love all and I will be a thoughtful steward, that eternal life might persist with me at hand. I cherish my individual thought, as it should be, so the collective spirit might thrive in my absence and, in turn, assure the communal spirit’s eternity.

I’m being called to write this. It is not mine to keep, it belongs to me, but is not of me, it is mine, but it is also the mountains, the trees, the animals and the spirits. It is mine to shape, mine to hold, to share, but not mine to demand. We’ve each our own faith to freely shape as we alone believe.

© 2011 by mark prime

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