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Seek Creation (1)


“We pray to you, Love, to grant us eternal life for loving you. Thank you, Love, for entering our hearts. We await your return that you will lay us down to Heaven.”

I believe that Love desires that we seek Love. If it, our belief, is to our satisfaction, from page one to the conclusion, and if it satisfies us, and we believe it will please Love, then we should hold our belief as the only truth and prepare ourselves to harvest what we’ve imagined of both Heaven and agony.

Agony is only that which we’ve invented, the rest, is Heaven.

The eartH has our footprints all through it. Did we really imagine it was that complicated, Heaven, some vagueness beyond our sight? Perhaps it’s always been too simple, too unmistakable to see, Heaven and Home beneath our feet?


© 2011 by mark prime
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