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The Language of Time


The mountain speaks, as do the seas, oceans, wind, sky and trees. The elephant, otter, lion, wolf, eagle, and polar bear speak. If I will but listen to them, I may see my looming fall from their grace. If I do not begin to heed and act upon their wise counsel, the wrath of creation will shake him me without warning, without regard. Emptied of me, The Mother can and will again begin to breathe her eternal life and selfless Love.

How much time’s left, asked the clock made of wood?
When will it all begin to quake, asked the house made of stone?
Where will the fools hide their toys, asked the air filled with smog?
What will become of mankind’s joy, asked the water stained with oil?
Why did thinking man not exhale his love, asked the fish whirling in waste?
Who will rescue me from The Mother’s anger, asked the child made of flesh?

No time for questions. No time for fear. No time for regret. No time for murder. No time for war.

Time is up. The moment’s passed, goodness spent, hope fading.

Love. Weep. Pray.


© 2011 by mark prime

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  1. MickeyAugust 14, 2011 at 10:16 AM

    Wow!! Great writing and video..

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  2. Mark PrimeAugust 14, 2011 at 12:07 PM

    Thank you, Mickey! Much appreciated. It was the video that inspired the words.

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