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A Testament to the Rain and Sleeping Willow


It wasn’t your fault. It was mine. The deed falls squarely on my shoulders, it is mine to bear, mine to choose, mine to be, mine. The self is important my friends. It is who we are! A single entity of the whole!

Brothers and sisters, please understand that this is my belief. It isn’t science, it’s a journey. Who I am chose this journey knowing the possibilities, but what I shouldn‘t have ever imagined is that I would be fearfully timid. No longer. We’ve cleaved ourselves in half and do battle both our evil and our good.

But how can this be? Asked the man. We fight the evil that’s attacking our good! How dare you!

No! How dare you try and imagine what it is that we are here for and indoctrinate through fear? Shred every instance of evil from your books and leave goodness, use the Love, for that is all Love smiles on. Evil is not of Love. It is not Creation’s way. It is humankind that fears. It is humankind that imagines they are loving while creating their own death mechanism, Love. The one they’ve never quite understood. The gravitational thrum of our origins. The silence cannot come soon enough. The world is most ready to love, laugh and live. So, live! Rise up and be heard! Love!

(Silence.)

It’s the oldest question that man has ever had. Why? Why am I here? What created all of this amazing and eternal life?

Love?

Mankind was tossed out of Heaven. Banished from paradise we wander upon what can only be agony to the blind wanderer who find themselves utterly at a loss as to what to do because they don't know where they are. (Foul questions! For the Love of Love! Use your instincts!)

Is the mystery not great enough that we think we can imagine a greater story and then construct beautiful and giant churches on top of the original altar and then have the nerve to destroy the gift that writhes beneath our thankless feet!

Wake up! Love before Love indicates to our blindness that it’s too late for prayers sunken by man’s word. The corruption of the story. The one truth that we must grasp is that we are in heaven as we speak…

Sleep?

It’s time to Love her in return. Love would smile most for our change of heart.

What are you saying? That the eartH is heaven?

Why not? It is not beyond anyone’s imagination, at least that‘s what I imagine. This is not about what we believe, it’s about who we are! Animal’s beholden to the eartH. It’s about where we are. We are an advanced creature in the Animal Kingdom are we not? My! Just look at us? What are we thinking? We’re attempting to murder the eartH! She is the heart of Creation, the bloodline of Love!

The eartH is Love?

She’s both, the heart of Love and Love. Everything we see is Love. All life is Love’s, and we want to claim it as our own?

Oh! 

Yes. Shame on us! A most foul and grave transgression! Let us fall on our knees and pray for forgiveness!

I'm so very sorry, Love!

Then we must stop our self-pity and begin the journey to recognize Eternal Love. She waits on us…


© 2011 by mark prime


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