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Pray It Forward


I could have gone about the business of Love with my sights set on what Love can do for me, achieve for me, yet I've done my best to remove the ego from belief and have chosen to humbly worship Love.

It matters what awaits us in what we believe- heaven, hell, nothing, another life, eternity. (Truly believe you are in heaven and heaven’s where you’ll be.)

Pray you’ve created something beautiful from out of your belief. Pray.

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Lose the ego! Lose the ego! Lose the ego and win the day! Merge with life as it was intended. Live, Love, laugh and give. Pay it forward, pay it ever onward toward splendor.

Look at her! Look at her! Look at her! She weeps of our foul wishes, weeps of our loveless art, weeps for our wayward spirits that they begin to walk with Love… with Love.



© 2011 by mark prime

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