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The Heart Within the Earth of Love


I’ve climbed a mountain thrice, snakes roiling beneath my feet, and I’ve found solitude in love. I can’t tell you that Mark Richard Prime thought these things, but I can assure you that his spirit did. Rise up this time, rise up with love as your guide and savior…

Step away from the front door, it’s not yours to hold in shame, no, not even yours, my child. You’re knocking at love’s door.

I couldn’t let that one go unforgotten. I had to want, before I loved. Please, forgive me. I should not have summoned love, I should have summoned my animal to know where my breath was, the water, air and food, when the quickening had begun. (My instinct is wide-awake.) My belief tempts me to hell through wants gateway and to heaven through needs doorway.

Love.

The want over need is the same as the want over belief.

You mean it’s turned around?

I chose my want as my belief and my belief as my want and all heaven’s breaking loose. I Love. Mission accomplished. Love. Now. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Now Love. This moment. Now. This moment. Now. Love…

Come out of the caves you’re in and heed these words! Heavenly earth depends on us…


© 2012 by mark richard prime

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