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To My Amazement


Where I am is all I can know, all I should know and all I need know. Who I am comes along with what I am to where I am. I must remember, recall my kinship before the act concludes. My dreams are the gauge to my knowing and my waking dreams deliver their sweet reverie to this reception with joy. And to my amazement truth has always been waiting beneath my feet for me to sense her Love, for me to awaken to my great fortune.

Awake! It is time to come together as one and occupy heaven with heart-signs that read Love, hands that hold her dear like I would hold the precious children, arms that reach out like machines of affection and legs in urgent motion toward her care.

Where did I imagine I was? Where do I imagine I am?

Who did I imagine myself to be? Who do I imagine myself to be?

What did I imagine I was here for, thievery, rape and war? What did I imagine I was here for?

Oh! The gravest fault lies in my lack of a loving imagination! The severest sin belongs to my thoughts that swim around as if their gods, spirits without the countenance of Love. The greatest tragedy now roars into its final act and is leaving me breathless with its indiscriminate death. I must awaken before the curtain falls and my monster rises to douse the light found waning upon the horizon of eternal Love.

If I choose to imagine otherwise, I’ll have forgone the only story worth repeating…


© 2011 by mark prime
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