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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.


© 2011 by mark prime


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