Mark, are you not afraid?
No.
You should be.
Why?
(Silence.)
No.
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Begin again. Let love be in your walk, in your action, in your rejoicing at the great fortune to have been born. Rejoice that you have purpose. Rejoice that you've at long last opened your eyes to who, what, and where you are...
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Perhaps I've gotten lost, somehow, in this story of redemption and can’t realize that I'm guilty of the attempted murder of the earth? Maybe I'm merely the end result of a long and malignant humanity?
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It is a loop, this dream I’m in. I’m remembering things that were not mine to remember, things that only love could have drawn, like mountains and streams and water and air, wildlife and dreams. I am but just beginning in my progression. I am but just commencing my love stage, yet, when I bend upon the ground in prayer, I dare to call her slave. She is my heavenly home. I imagine now my fears lifted, my aches taken away, my sorrow faded to the rising breath of the life giver...
© 2012 by mark prime