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I Chose Heaven... When I Chose My Belief, and so on...

I Chose Heaven.

In my grant of creating a belief that is my own, yet not of me, but of all those with which I’ve danced, I found allies and angel’s all. I found Love. I dance with Love's spirit as much as I am able. Save my dreams for me, they are sacred.


(We plundered dreams long ago.)

I must not bend my tongue to fashion another’s thought, another’s belief into what I desire, but what she, the mother, the grandmother, the Heart(H) of Love, the (H)eartH, our Home and Heaven, what she must desire...

We know no other!

We cannot know, we can only believe. If we had always believed and known the same thing, we would have always known it and believed it at the same time, in which case, the meaning of “belief” would be rendered unnecessary. For that matter, “knowledge” would lose out. Either way, what we animals, what we, all of life, would have left, is Love.


© 2011 by mark prime


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