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There’s Reason Dancing With Love



There’s reason dancing with Love. There’s Love dancing with reason. (Fear asks if it might have the next. Yes. I say to fear, but only after Love bows out, will I dance with you.)

There’s Love and then there’s fear waiting in a line. There’s Love. There’s fear. There’s never fear next to Love and there’s never Love next to fear, only attachment.

I worship Love, not fear. Love shall hold me as equal partner, fear only shreds away my bond. Floating in humbleness, I pray that fearless Love still has her chance to invite my soul to dance. (Sinking beneath my reason, my fears dispense with my Love and reign alone.)

There’s humility inside of Love. There’s Love inside of humility. There’s belief inside of grace. There’s grace inside of belief. There’s peace inside of prayers and prayers inside of peace.

Pray for the spirits to begin their journey to self, then onward to selflessness, and even further into the spirit-filled flesh to my own awareness, surrounded by Love's spirits with the same awareness of where they are, Home.


© 2011 by mark prime
The Love Zone with Geena Lee


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