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Remember Me, She Said

(Photo by Michelle, my lovely love)

Remember me, she said, as the wind took me away, along with greed, war, murder, hate, sin, spite, rape, oppression, Love, vengeance, famine, genocide, corruption, infection, madness, ego, id and I…

Won’t you slow your pace? Won’t you allow more time for me, I was blind and deaf to you? It’s not my fault. I didn’t remember. I didn’t realize my duty?

Remember me, she said. How could you have been so blind as to have forgotten Love? How could you have ignored the truth beneath your feet, in front of your eyes… eternity?

O Mark Richard Prime! What have you done? ... I've not held her sacred, not acknowledged her presence, save for my weight of greed. O Creation! I’ve built from out of you and on top of you such ugliness in my mortal image, towering, jutting, angry frames, stacked and ugly without regard to the original altar. Ugliness in honor of self, my prayerless beast, my animal without love, the reflection of an affectation without affection. O! Mark Richard Prime!

Remember me, she said. Children of The Creation, life, laughter, peace, beauty, home, kindness, prayer and Love, at who’s behest did you imagine your duty, self alone? You've left yourself confused, angry, hopeless and loveless with your false impression of and disregard for me. Life has breathed in me, The Mother, for eternity, and will continue to breathe existence and love, with... or without you.


© 2011 by mark prime

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