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Predator, Slip, Boom, Then…

She is waking us up, her children gone astray. Flew when we should’ve walked, drove when we should’ve run, and imagined when we should have known. She is waking us up, her children run amok. Might she bring her wrath at our defiling the water, land and sky? Might she come now at our unwitting behest? Could she be not angry, but sad? Have we drained our last prayer skyward? Beneath our trudging she holds. Above our heads she cries. Atop her eternal Love we’ll die. She’ll not wait nor tarry long with creation’s instinct. Predator, slip, boom, then… © 2011 by mark prime

I Pray We Think...

So that’s what she requires of me… love? Had I ever known... You’d have still fallen. You’d have known you were plummeting, only after you’d stumbled, and before that, you’d have known you were walking, and before that, you’d have known where you were. I’ve been here before… You want eternal life? Follow what you know, not what you believe… © 2011 by mark prime

Skyward Taunt

Become animal, in order to survive as a species- animals unworthy of their station, marauding beasts all. (We’re trying!) The whooping crane croons otherwise, the sky and peaks of snow jutting skyward taunt your climb, begging that you see that near the top of the mountain ends man’s intended use. Unchain Love. Pray that you release her that she might wrap her love around you without time, yet steeped in everlasting life… © 2011 by mark prime

The Mother, The Grandmother, The Great Grandmother

I’d been here before. It’s as if I’d always had her, The Mother, The Grandmother and The Great Grandmother, Love, Home and Heaven. 1. Your soil is sacred. 2. Your mountain found its way into my heart. 3. Your water… (I’m sorry, Love! Please, forgive me? I thought I was traveling to heaven!) It is beneath your feet! The clouds made of gloom, covered the night sky made of Love. The willow shivered as I fumbled for my heart to find its way to Love. I found her. She spoke to me again. I’ve smiled upon her as much as I’ve frowned and I’ve stopped frowning. You want eternal life? Follow what you know, not what you believe… © 2011 by mark prime