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FEAR’S RIDDLE


My fear has created a riddle, the fear of who I was and who I was becoming in the middle. I imagine I was selected because of my pride, my greedy paws clouting spirit’s for too many years. I understand rage, I understand me and I love you and abide.

I have chosen my own fate and love has granted me my belief. This is home to me and I’d best get to understanding my great fortune soon or she’ll not reveal herself to me, instead she’ll close up shop for the next season of angels. Tragedy never felt so tragic.

My wife and I have chosen our own fate... love above all else.

She saved me from myself and granted me my belief, I in turn have saved her from my former self and she is rising now. She gave me the “time” to find my singular self and loved me all the while. ...She is.

I might choose whether this is home or whether this is agony, but either way, I'm still upon the earth with love. It was always up to me to believe. Tick tock…

I could have chosen either to be one with the earth or to follow man’s word and choose instead to try and become full love, yet I cannot become full love, at least not by myself, I need the sway of the whole, according to my belief.

As a child of the earth, I had a choice to make, love or fear. If I fear, I’ll see my life’s flame snuffed without love evermore…

I had to become love’s steward of the earth and leave the outcome to fate…

I believe I am meant to inherit the kingdom of love’s almighty throne! I rejoice that love has always been with me, and most importantly I rejoice that I now know.

I remember and believe forever…

I shouldn't allow my belief to be corrupted in the least ever again. There are medicines to keep my spirit here, to keep me from wandering away from home. Love is the big pharma in the sky, not my concoctions of control. I must go back to love to allow me a rest from myself, back to who I am, of the one seed, that I might thrive and grow.


© 2012 by mark richard prime


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