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The Opposite of Love is Fear. Fear is of Man, Not of Creation...


The opposite of Love is fear. Fear is of man, not of creation...

I should want to be Love. Why am I holding my tongue like I'm too frightened to speak a truth or too blind to see that Love is Love? Why am I contributing to the warring, the raping, the murdering and starving when I'm supposed to be a steward of Love? I need my beliefs to be beautiful through and through, Love, not fear.

Love is Love, fear is fear.

Finally a flicker of light in the tower! Remember, I’ll need my mind to repair the mess I’ve made. Afterward, I won't need the thinking part of my brain nearly as much as I will the part of the brain that remembers past lessons. I'll begin with the spirit and remember that I am responsible for its safe passage back to truth, and then to her water and then tending to her shores and trees. The sun and a fine mist of Love will blanket my work and I’ll dance and rejoice. I’ll give thanks to Love- her sway within all and everything. I'll look beneath my feet and be still my heart, and she will writhe in my soul evermore.

Welcome home...


© 2011 by mark prime


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