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Occupy Heaven

Oh, Love! She moves… Ask thy queen to hold back her wrath or there will not be enough time to convince seven billion flowers that they'll live forever if they'll but bloom with Love.

Shuffle, schism, boom! Now! Love now! Bring forth your best and brightest Love for all to witness! Bring your tired faces out into the sun, laugh your tightening lips, cry your eternal joy, rest your tired soul and always Love. Love always.

Love me for eternity and I’ll for eternity Love thee and together we’ll open Heaven’s doorway. Look beneath your feet, wait to feel the pulsating Love, if you’re quiet enough to listen, you'll hear it pulse through us all! She waits for us to receive Love’s signal to begin our collective and full Love. Pray we heed the call. Pray our answer comes swift that we might have enough time remaining to hold away her righteous anger.

Oh, Grandfather and Grandmother, I am so very sorry for having wielded such man-made weaponry against the surface of Love. I’m humbly sorry for having wielded my ego instead, brandished lust in front of Love, and held her soil, her waters, her mountains and her sky as my property.

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I want to be Love. I want to be Love. I Love all of thee and back to me until all of our lines are blurred with Love. The pathway of Love stretches around the globe, resistance breeds contempt- Love’s stretched just about enough, prepare for her wrath. I awake, it’s after noon.

I am Love.



© 2011 by mark prime


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