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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…


© 2012 by mark richard prime


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