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You Are Changing Your Eternity by Changing Your Present


"Who am I", the words that fluttered from much younger lips. Who I am is the birds wing, the spirit, the animal, loving all. You and you and you and you and you. Who I was, a fleshy sorrow, an unhappiness, a displeasure beneath a numb shell, the perfectly paced madness.

When the script is about to be written, my child, and is set to become "known", wait. Do not. The need should only be that you love, nothing more. Love, the only commandment, the only verse, the only line, the only word…

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Does any of this make sense, or am I fooling myself, and my agony is almost knowing, where truth is never quite revealed? My inferno, lifetime after lifetime after lifetime after lifetime after lifetime.

Stop! You are changing your eternity by changing your present. Now love. Now is all that matters to a moment. It is now that you must begin to shape your paradise, not tomorrow or after you die, now.

Do I understand the enormity of this occasion? This moment, is greater than any of yesterday’s dreams. Now. Now is love’s triumph over fear if I'll but choose.

Rejoice! Paradise waits! (Again and again and again and again and again.) Choose…


© 2012 by mark prime


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