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Let Her Breathe Her Love Upon All of Life


There was one star in the midnight sky. It vaguely winked at me as if it were distracted by other things, chaos, wars, murder, greed. I think the heaven’s lookout, this singular star that kept watch through the foggy clouds, appeared to drift closer, a sentry pacing my night. The blessed sentry, the HeartH, Life, Love and Truth, Heaven and Home for all of our nights, seen or unseen.

It’s time, they said. It’s time to begin, time to set your beliefs aside and come together in commonality, together with Love! You must cleanse this world of manmade poisons and begin to care for Love's shores, her oceans, her forests and sacred lands before her patience snaps in two and she quivers her verse through rock and clay or delivers her message for a boulder to come calling. She’ll stomach the pain of this healing long before she’ll stomach the pain of man’s suicidal journey.

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(Don’t leave out the charade.)

Oh Yes! Let’s play a charade! Let’s act as if I'm sightless to and unaware of Love's exactness!

Stop your foolishness! There’s no time to play anything but yourself!

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The bumbling clowns came in and tumbled their noses out of the wagon of laughter. She breathes yet! She breathes! Like a pair of violins would seem to create what just one might not, but would suffice if she had an audience. An audience of peaceful warriors for Love and laughter, for glee and wonder, life eternal.

Rise up fiddle! Play me your rapid fire soliloquy, your piercing gaze that strikes us at our curtain.

The rumble and weeping are almost too much for me to bear! Oh Great Grandmother, Great Grandfather lift me up in my hour of darkness! Oh Grandmother, Grandfather hold me close that I might recognize Love! Oh Mother and Father, you too see her Truth, remind us that Love is ours to have and to hold, that we too must do nothing but Love...

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Why do I march headlong into my own destruction? The vibrations that ease their way through me now are those of an ancient rhythm. A rhythm that’s weaved its way into animal and into animal and into animal and into animal- Stop! Into animal into animal into animal into animal- Stop! Animal animal animal animal animal, came the somber echo…

Shhh… You might wake the night. You might sleep past your casualty, beyond your welcome.

She could do it, I know. She could lift this all away, send it away with exactness, eternal life, memory.

(Silence…)

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This is no way to go out, no way to end such a spectacular beginning. It was new, it’s water sparkling, its shorelines fitting together like a jigsaw puzzle for ages five and creation. (What? Let me look at that again…)

This is no way to end things, no way to conclude from this point into anything beautiful because I'm too busy crafting the next war, the next fix, the next thievery, the next rape, the next hungry, the next slave. …The eartH is Home and Heaven, the eartH is the Heart(H) of Love.

Hold on one dad-gummed second there! Am I trying to say that I'm an angel? That the eartH is Heaven, Home?

Good question. Ponder it and then begin...

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© 2011 by mark prime



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