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This is Heaven. If I Have a Doctrine let it Contain Only Those Three Words, This is Heaven.


This is the belief I chose. What of my Love? Might it soar like the awe found in the first moment of recognizing where you are? Might it urge we feed our brethren? Might it urge that we end all wars, all murder, suicide and greed? Might it take away our blindness that we see the hell of humankind and realize our gravest sin?

Where was I?

The sin of humankind is greed. The gravest, our inability to fully Love. Love’s acknowledgement for our loveless veins! We can only tread so long, until the cab bends with the wind and the rain and the grave sorrow of the tree.

That’s where you were?

No. I was not there, yet I know of its eternity. I have flown with the angels. I have fused my words with the sweet sound of Love, a belief emerged from under her grasp! I writhe, in heaven, evermore…

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I saw myself fall pray to my own belief. It struck me when I least expected it, it’s danced inside of me forever. In all of us lives this other frame, a spirit that dwells in all of us, connected with the truth of where we are. Animal.

This is heaven. If I have a doctrine let it only contain those three words, this is heaven. Memory is what we need. Remembrance will serve her dance with all in the end. Love in belief and belief in Love. Anything else is irrelevant. Belief had better come prepared to face the truth, to rise away from our imaginations long enough to remember where we are.

Where do you long to be?

Beside my Love.

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I’m getting sick. I feel the darkness swill my mind in righteous colors! My sweat and chills breed quivers of my stomach.

I’m not supposed to be writing tonight, I’m supposed to be dancing with my Love…

Peace, Love and goodness be with you all…

© 2011 by mark prime


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