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Might This Be Paradise and I'm a Thankless, Reckless and Arrogant Predator?



Might this indeed be paradise of which you've been a thankless, reckless and arrogant predator?

Yes. I am becoming restless. I sense it.

In the loveless spirit, rests something impenetrable, something so grand that you cannot comprehend, let alone, pretend any longer. 

Love is tumbling all around and through me now and I'm fairly certain of where I am.

Breathe love evermore. Feel its presence and you will know without a doubt where you are...

~

I say "rejoice" a lot now, it’s a pleasant word, worth repeating, like "love", a ballad that bows to the earth, from varying plants and animals beginning to sense where they are at long last…

So, if you're home on heavenly earth, where you've always been, where full love cannot be slain- 

Yes! A thousand yeses!

Nothing keeps moving like love, so you better get to loving in full or the loveless spirit’s will win and earth won’t have a choice but to heal from your use…

Might this indeed be paradise of which I've been a thankless, reckless and arrogant predator?

Yes.

Might I be an arrogant predator who only now realizes where, why, and who they are?

Yes. ...Shhh. Don't cry my child.


© 2012 by mark prime


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