It’s All I Need Do If My Belief is that of Love

I've stumbled upon the doorway that leads in, so I thought I’d begin, the waiting’s been hell, the path, love, the destination, heavenly earth.

Did you think I would fail such truth, such a testament to love? Who did you think you and I had become? Strangers? Shadows of our former selves?

Yes and no.

The time that belief trumps truth will be the time of agony's rising. Not hell-fire and damnation, that’s against the love that's love, a recurring suffering. (I do not know. I believe.) It’s all I need do if my belief is that of nothing but love in every word and with a joyous affection for all of life and any justifiable end. I could believe in truth, but I could not recognize love, because I didn't recognize my self.

Look at yourself. Look at your divine grace, your uniqueness. Love is what you are, who you are, and even where you are. Rejoice...

The billowing smoke lingered and I was reminded of the small things, the inconsequential thrum, the sun’s changing days- Away! Away! Leave agony evermore and dance in the kingdom of love! Who better to tell this story of love than the spirits? Who better than we to stand as guardians to the earth in all of her glory and then recall a sworn duty to her than they?

Rat-a-tat-tat!
The earth is our beholden, and love is fine with that!
Rat-a-tat-tat!
Why wouldn't love be, all things come from love.
Rat-a-tat-tat!
Below, straight through, around, under and above,
the glancing fears are all but gone, I dismiss them at my peril.
Rat-a-tat-tat!
Love, for love cannot be divided from itself,
it’s the strongest fabric in existence.
Rat-a-tat-tat!
What of our gravest sin,
the attempted murder of the earth?
Rat-a-tat-tat, boom, boom... sleep, then birth…

sdrawkcaB nruT (Turn Backwards)

I have been witness to the four pillars and see no reason to carry death there. Doesn’t the world know that life moves for more than just the sons of Abraham? O! I see the stunned throats floating by in the dusk to their stiff-limbed sleep as metal rains down over the Jordan’s western prophet, children dying there. I am here, waiting, breathing in the dusk under the shadow of the patriarch, asking, can we again build the shrine inside the soul and leave our flesh to time? © 2008 mrp/thepoetryman

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SKYFALL

Skyfall... We continue to play along with an unnatural game that has serious consequences, soon we'll find ourselves enslaved without recourse to the system. (Is that true of local charades?) Yes. (Why can't we free ourselves from the system?) The madness of money. (It's not money, it's people, right?) It's both, money and us in tandem, thus assuring money's might and our adherance to its loudness. (Madness...) Indeed. © 2017 Mark Richard Prime

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THE ROCK HOLDS

The rock holds the soil in and from the soil springs the tree, the green of LIFE rolling from the blue, rising to the occasion of itself. . “Be!”, the (H)eartH declares, “Be what you are!” . (We thought we were!) . (We think we are!) . “You are, but not freely, therefore, only a thought, and a thought without much thinking, as if you were scared into it.”, the (H)eartH added. . [a quietude begins, the truth being heard and heeded, grooving to the flow] ~ © 2017 Mark Richard Prime

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CONFESSION ZERO

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