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Bringing Heaven Down to Earth


You've got to bring Heaven down to earth before she reaps what she alone has sewn, life run amok, man incensed at his own folly.

Thinking about the years I’ve spent leading away- how much further do I have to go?

Thinking on the final verse-
Worth screaming?
Worth beginning?
Worth the suffering?
Worth the ending?

Together, not at war with one another?

Peace is an open door, it stands waiting for us to enter with laughter rising in our throats. It then comes full throated and warbling the Mother’s tone. She beckons to us, smiles her air and loves her sun, her loves the strength of Love, a peak that few can climb.

We’d better be ready to give it all up, to relinquish lethal control from our children’s loving. Look on her! She calls your name! Look at her! She pleads for your feet to sense her tapping! Oh! This riddle is too backwards for there to be an answer, at least one that’s worthy of a creation we cannot fathom!

Pray you dance…


© 2011 by mark prime

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