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…
© 2012 by mark prime