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Every Breath Is Love


We all have something we’re hiding. We all need bend now to that fated day when we were less significant than the (H)eartH’s precious cargo.

Hello my friend, have I angered you or have you angered me?

I have been angry with you, yet not for what you’ve wrought, but what you couldn’t tell me.

I’ve been searching for sometime now, my Love. I’ve found her, as I’ve said so many times before in the archives of these words, my Love.

If you please her in that way, in all ways, might you then have, by chance, rightly stumbled upon heaven? You now know that your friends are angels and your wife, their queen…

She is my queen. Mother, Grandmother, Great Grandmother. Her beauty isn’t rivaled! She floats about this, our dreams, our imaginings, our source of Love!

Who were we to jump away when danger came our way?

Animals.

Yes, animals, which are set to be found guilty of murder.

She asked me to love her, how could I have turned Love down? Or… did I, by loving her in truth, love her in fact!

Learn where you’re from, from right where you are!

The dandelion fell as the willow sang her song and rose with peace within her meadows and a hush upon the land, we stood in awe and we stood with purpose! We are stewards of Love, no easy task. It takes courage to jump around with purpose; it takes dread to jump around with fear.

Fear’s the opposite of Love. Fear’s the one thing that must be removed from man’s soul. His spirit is only whole when he is loving, peaceful, gentle, and, without fear, without pride, without…

They’re waiting on me. You're waiting on me... Oh! Grandmother! What would you have me do? Forget that you ever existed? I had to hold my tongue, because I wasn’t holding it with you!

(Long silence…)

Now you swim in my every breath… Love.


© 2011 by mark prime


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