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I’m in Heaven and Everyone’s Spirit is Affecting My Journey.


I’m in heaven and everyone’s spirit is effecting my journey.

Those of you that sense the idea that something’s not right, remember, you’re an animal and instinct is older than word.

This is the greatest recollection I've had since the grandmother told me what for and landed me upon heavenly earth to believe. Remember it until it becomes second nature, the moment of instinct…

(Silence)

I have yet to rid all of my fears to bring my belief forth complete, what I remember, what I don’t, now falling out of my mouth like gallons of living spirit breathing through me. Giving my mind away is my anecdote for any wrong I may have caused another and for any spirit that I may have harmed along the way.

Go out into the night sky, Mark, and watch the stars more than television or any other glass screen staring up at you without the countenance of love. Get rid of your foul noise and hold love tenderly. 

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I am the scribe of my own war. “The greatest foe was myself and my imagination that never fathomed love."

Have you no shame? Look at her, you coward of love. You rule over paradise like its disposable. You never knew a thing of love in the flesh or in the spirit. You’ve been dumping waste in the soil at a rate that far outpaces the need for your kind.

Isn't it time to go forth with my truth in my heart?

No. It's not up to you to step in the way of the order of things. 

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War is abhorrent. Water is sacred.

I believe that everything in the end is going to be okay, I am but an infant in my progression toward Love...

Love has gone unrecognized beneath your feet. Boom! Boom! Boom! Goes the world! Clean up this mess you've made of earth. 

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Fear has no place in Love and I’ve spent my last, at least that is my prayer. Let me reconcile with love and usher in a peace, a joy and a laughter within.

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The capacity to Love is greater than the capacity to hate. 



© 2012 by mark prime


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