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Waltz With Me, Love


The eartH is my home. The eartH is my love. The eartH is my sustenance. The eartH is my reason for being. The eartH brings water to my lips, spirit to the self. The eartH showers me in goodness at birth, it is I, who, over time, destroys all that is precious, that which is sacred to Love, to The Mother, to The Grandmother, The Great Grandmother, to eartH, to life and I am nearing the annihilation of my spirit. It is I who is the intruder, the thief, the rapist, the murderer and the hopeless fear.

What I create with my beliefs, ideas or thoughts is what matters most. Love calls out for my design to reverse course and save myself from agony, my own closing image reflected at the moment of final breath. Chart a new course, a new way to discovery, a beautiful and loving waltz with life and death, with Love.


© 2011 by mark prime

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