I Must Act in Order for a Heavenly Earth to be Revealed to Me

I’m also forgetting who I am when I am not in prayer, but I’m getting there.

All things in moderation.

The spirits, the muses, I dance with, will remain with me on the ground I walk upon with goodness alone upon the earth…

When one plays chess, a game I know little about, one, I suppose, uses strategy to best his opponent, but what about when the chess game is with love to worship the earth more than the self, the other half of full love. (He said he was tired and needed a rest. I didn’t really even know I was obliging, not until right about now…)

Where from here is the joy of riding the pathway toward love, I'll meet and greet and begin to wear my love upon my sleeve and within my very walk, in my prayers that rise, those crafted of love.

I could not have known. I’d have to be full on instinct to begin to gather where I’d landed. Human’s irrational fear has led me to an inability to recognize love when I see it…

Are you saying that human’s are unable to-

Yes. Yes. Yes. An eternity of, yeses! But humans must act in order for a heavenly earth to be revealed to them.

What have you done, brother? What has happened to you? What have I done to bring you to your knees? I am in paradise, reach out and you will find my hands reaching through the clouds. Love is understood.

The heater kicked on letting me know where I’d landed. Inside a home on top of the home...

One, two, three, foe, enemy of love has come to dance, and pretend his speech will make a difference. One, two, three, three blind friends have come to pay a visit, greet them with love for that is all they are able to see.

Reminds me of the free will...

Sure.

I ruined a good ending, huh?

There are no endings, there aren’t any endings, there’s never an ending, only a beginning…

I keep forgetting to stop. I keep going. I keep remembering my want and not my need. My need is love. I needn’t know who or what love is, I merely need be aware that I too am Love. Everything is love and if I choose, I can begin the dance with love.

Love…

Thank you, spirits, for your help in my journey. Thank you for all of the love you permitted me to dance with, past and present. It is only my wish that I love, lives may depend on it.

Don't give love reason to reset the clock…

Time is truly ludicrous when you factor in eternity. Time is a manmade concept. Time has never been more irrelevant to human history. We must act even if there isn’t doom just up the road. We must act in accordance to one another, to our individual selves. One.

Shhh… Breathe. Breathe, my child! Breathe the truth with your instinct. Humankind has lost its way because it has lost its instinct. Tell everyone you know to get outside, enjoy the sunshine, enjoy the cold underneath the winter moon, become one with the stars, not with man’s mechanical devices, become one with who they are again before they topple the apple-cart ahead of their having hitched it back up to love…

ROOT OF

"For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil. Some people, eager for money, have wandered from the faith and pierced themselves with many griefs." __1 Timothy 6:10 It is MONEY, not the LOVE of it that is the issue, the true problem. Love, in and of itself, is never a problem, WANT and NEED, or better yet- the WANT and the conundrum of its very REQUIREMENT for our survival IS the problem, it's creation and our blind use of it is logically the ROOT. In other words, let's leave LOVE out of it altogether and deal with the facts instead. If money were not made by us as a requirement for our survival, we'd find ourselves in a much better position to argue of its need and our want of it. MRP Peace and Love © 2015 Mark Richard Prime

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........•SHRIEKING MACHINE•........ •HEAD-LINES• •RIP• ---(“Russian missiles blast Ukrainian military academy and hospital, killing more than 50, officials say”)--- There are no more lessons to learn here, no more beds to hold the human wounded, just missile’s shrieking their grotesque ode, The Death of Humankind! RIP, children of God… ---(“Hundreds attend Mercer Island vigil, march for murdered Israeli hostages”)--- Dear mourners, this is the brutal vacuum of a genocidal, terror-filled, indiscriminate war-machine made of fear and we are all hostages to its deafening roar! RIP, children of God… ---(“10-year-old allegedly confesses to fatally shooting 82-year-old man and his daughter”)--- I must confess, this is part of war’s shrieking, children lost with a we...

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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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