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The love I’ve found in my belief is the Love of Love


The Love I’ve found in my belief is the Love of Love, and we humans are defiling the Heart(H) of Love, yet still, we imagine we’re destined for righteous glory...

This mind needs rest, but it’s kind of busy at this leg of my journey. Many of you seem to understand that it is from the Heart(H) that I’m expressing my thoughts. The words I write of belong to Love.

The Love I’ve found in my belief is the Love of Love, and we humans are defiling the HeartH, yet still, we imagine we’re destined for righteous glory...

Have we earned Love’s Love?
Have we been silent long enough to sense Truth?
Does it end with Love of all and everything?
Might we, after our debasement of Love‘s Heart(H), truly still imagine we‘re on our way to Heaven?

Love is everything. (Man’s mind hasn’t imagined himself even remotely near to Love.) Love is Love. Love is laughter. Love is water. Love is forest. Love is rain. Love is wind. Love is thunder. Love is the moon. Love is the ocean. Love is the sea. Love is snow. Love is animal. Love is spirit. Love is comfort. Love is without hunger. Love does not imagine. Love is we and everything. Love is.

Let us begin…

Echo…


© 2012 by mark prime


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