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I Believe - Seek Creation (2)


I believe…

The eartH is not our waiting ground, she is our learning ground. She is eternal and so are we. Our spirits are learning, they’re dancing and evolving with Love.

That which is not of Love, is doomed to repeat itself as if it were a punishment instead of a lesson. We can break this- our cycle of agony, by remembering where we are. If we seek only Love, if we love all and keep the eartH as precious, the memory of where we are will return. When we truly love, our vow with creation comes flooding back so that our eyes can recognize our great fortune.

When we allow Love into everything we do and think, we begin to see Heaven on eartH, our Home.

Prayers that seek answers from the edges of the universe, fly too far away from Love.

If we truly believe that Love can and will heal our sickness, we’ll surely be healed before we surrender to death’s fluttering maw.

The eartH may not turn out to be the Heaven we imagine, yet it will surely turn out to be the Home that is.


© 2011 by mark prime

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