Blessings and Shame

(Chris Keeney | Into the Light)

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…

sdrawkcaB nruT (Turn Backwards)

I have been witness to the four pillars and see no reason to carry death there. Doesn’t the world know that life moves for more than just the sons of Abraham? O! I see the stunned throats floating by in the dusk to their stiff-limbed sleep as metal rains down over the Jordan’s western prophet, children dying there. I am here, waiting, breathing in the dusk under the shadow of the patriarch, asking, can we again build the shrine inside the soul and leave our flesh to time? © 2008 mrp/thepoetryman

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SKYFALL

Skyfall... We continue to play along with an unnatural game that has serious consequences, soon we'll find ourselves enslaved without recourse to the system. (Is that true of local charades?) Yes. (Why can't we free ourselves from the system?) The madness of money. (It's not money, it's people, right?) It's both, money and us in tandem, thus assuring money's might and our adherance to its loudness. (Madness...) Indeed. © 2017 Mark Richard Prime

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THE ROCK HOLDS

The rock holds the soil in and from the soil springs the tree, the green of LIFE rolling from the blue, rising to the occasion of itself. . “Be!”, the (H)eartH declares, “Be what you are!” . (We thought we were!) . (We think we are!) . “You are, but not freely, therefore, only a thought, and a thought without much thinking, as if you were scared into it.”, the (H)eartH added. . [a quietude begins, the truth being heard and heeded, grooving to the flow] ~ © 2017 Mark Richard Prime

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CONFESSION ZERO

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