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Blessings and Shame


Oh Love! Now! The time is now to love!

For love I must hold the earth most precious and be in awe of her moon, I've not much room to talk, but the spirit's muse is dancing to a different tune!

I suggest I heed her call and never forget I'm a child of love, that I might smile upon her as long as I breathe…

End all wars! End all murder of the earth! End all folly before all breath is taken away!

I must listen. She is gravely ill and needs my aid before her breath comes full force with all her weight and her acid tears fall upon my head.

Am I listening? Am I listening? Am I listening? It is time…

Love demands me to act, yet the earth still suffers…

I feel more anguish for my part in her looming death than for all of the other grief I’ve caused or carried. I love each of you my brothers and sisters and I will not tarry. If this and that are what I choose to be, bless you and shame on me. Thinking I might be love has had an amazing effect upon who I've become, I believe. It did rewind my corpse back to who I've always been, love’s original seed. I rejoice! I rejoice, for the earth has summoned me.

(To myself- as all my thoughts are- "Help me rid my self of this last fear, for it is, after all, the one that’s still within you, my dear…")

I am but a man, a vessel absorbed by love’s creation. My belief, I believe, has been granted. My queen has spoken through her silence and her nurturing sounds. Bow! Bow! Bow down before the “wow” leaves all joy and her children suffer more…

I will.

I am.

Me, with the earth as most precious.

Everything below and above, I've been home this whole time as a child of the earth.

Love is many things, but love ain’t I or me. I believe love’s the thing that I did seek and it is all and the whole, everyone and everything...

I’d rather serve love than destroy the earth. She is life and forgiveness and is worthy, and I respect her and am most thankful that I’ve even an inch to lay my head…


© 2012 by mark richard prime


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