Eternity is for the Spirit...

The day drifted out to your crooning sea, the night wafted in like a dancer with echoes of spirit playing at her feet and we loved.

This goes on forever.

We need remind ourselves, that if we don’t remember the past, the dawn of man, we will not live to see that where we were was eternal. Time without end since we oozed from the primordial soil and greeted our rebirth, our soul’s Love protecting all that should be cherished.

Humankind is in full panic, obsessed with toxic things that attempt to destroy civilization with mankind erased from the spirit’s eternal memory. What did they ever have to say for her? What have you or I ever done that gave true honor to the kingdom of eternal life, destroy the most incredible gift known in the universe, the eartH? Please, won’t you stop? Listen to the sea wail the gift of life, water lapping at her shores, begging to be released from the death throes of man. We must chart a new course, not one that is stale from use, but one that includes belief. Banjo jumps in. Dance, stomp, jump and Love, and you will see your belief rear its head. Eternity is for the spirit, not the loveless greed of flesh, empty stomach, sadness, murder, war. When are we going to notice her reaction, gauge her skin with precision- quiver? When might we see that Love calls to us, that her affections swimming through all thought and everything loved with equality? When?

This goes on forever.

The night is wearing the crooning water as slippers for when they paced in sheer nervousness at their fate, the night wafted in like a dancer with spirit playing at her feet and we loved… evermore.

ROOT OF

"For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil. Some people, eager for money, have wandered from the faith and pierced themselves with many griefs." __1 Timothy 6:10 It is MONEY, not the LOVE of it that is the issue, the true problem. Love, in and of itself, is never a problem, WANT and NEED, or better yet- the WANT and the conundrum of its very REQUIREMENT for our survival IS the problem, it's creation and our blind use of it is logically the ROOT. In other words, let's leave LOVE out of it altogether and deal with the facts instead. If money were not made by us as a requirement for our survival, we'd find ourselves in a much better position to argue of its need and our want of it. MRP Peace and Love © 2015 Mark Richard Prime

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sdrawkcaB nruT (Turn Backwards)

I have been witness to the four pillars and see no reason to carry death there. Doesn’t the world know that life moves for more than just the sons of Abraham? O! I see the stunned throats floating by in the dusk to their stiff-limbed sleep as metal rains down over the Jordan’s western prophet, children dying there. I am here, waiting, breathing in the dusk under the shadow of the patriarch, asking, can we again build the shrine inside the soul and leave our flesh to time? © 2008 mrp/thepoetryman

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Access to...

It's odd to me that the future is accessible to God, but we're stuck with remembering the past, it's untenable. History repeats itself from our obsession with it. I say leave history where it is and instead create something of a present worth repeating. © 2015 Mark Richard Prime

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