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Prayers in Motion


My voice can serve a grander purpose! Love. Feed the hungry, clothe the exposed, give dwelling to the homeless, help the sick and dying and commune with the living spirit(s) or my voice can merely be self-seeking and fall away as if the words never pursed my lips.

Prayers, to me, aren’t merely verbalized, they're acted upon by my own works of compassion, and, if they are not acted upon, they cannot soar and are nothing more than vacant words. If I give my voice to the multitude of the deprived and downtrodden, there’s more Love in it. Give my voice to action, don’t allow it to be self-interested or have anything to be gained from it other than the call of my selfless duty, my obligation to help my fellow brothers and sisters. Do this and goodness will surely follow. It will follow that which is given, given without regard to what any group or particular ego might imagine that it knows.

I cannot know. I can only believe.

It’s simple really, I'll pray while I'm in motion because motion creates… Prayers, according to my belief, must become universal in their subject matter and appeal, they must breathe with a loving and selfless consciousness. If my prayers become the tools of division and separation, they’ll be nothing more and nothing less than the antithesis to goodness, and they will fall short of their purpose; love.

I conjure my own way, my own path. Even as I hobble upon pathways lined in thorns, I can, and eventually will, arrive Home. I must end division and separation of all types; pinch off the buds of brooding partitions, dismantle my own wish in order that I might congregate with pure unadulterated Love, love for Love’s sake. After all, love is my purpose. I must be a proud steward of the garden, of that which gives without asking in return, of that which continues to provide despite any caustic influence, of that which is, according to my belief and to my burgeoning delight, Heaven…

© 2011 by mark prime

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  1. AnonymousMay 31, 2011 at 3:09 PM

    "...Be proud stewards of the garden,
    of that which gives
    without asking in return,
    of that which continues to provide
    despite man’s caustic influence,
    of that which is,
    according to my belief and my burgeoning delight,
    heaven…"

    My favorite part... just beautiful Mark! Thank you, so much, for sharing this.

    Tara

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  2. AnonymousMay 31, 2011 at 3:39 PM

    Jesus Is the best OHHHH YES!!!!

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  3. Mark PrimeMay 31, 2011 at 11:37 PM

    Tara, thank you. Sharing it was my pleasure.

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  4. Mark PrimeJune 1, 2011 at 3:54 PM

    Dear Anon,
    Yes. If one chooses to live in goodness, without doing harm to another, without harming flesh, spirit and earth... I say fantastic!

    Study the stars, the trees, the mountains, the soil and the spirit that dances around you, embrace them all without the thought of ownership or oppression or damnation.

    It is not a single account, it is all, it is everything, it is ours to join, not to own.

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