The truth is very elusive if my hands are slippery from greed. Lifetimes it’s taken to remember who and what I am. First came where I was, upon the heavenly eartH of Love. I am steward in the kingdom of creation.
Where did you imagine you were? Where do you imagine you are? Some holding pen that’s apart from Love or somehow separate from your truth? Everything is a part of love, which means that love is everything and you've spent life attempting to suffocate it one sorrowful soul at a time. Love is your eternal embrace.
Yes. It’s time to grab hold and bring my love out with full force. I used to think this was my belief to shape as I pleased, toward my ego, but I think it best to think again. If I try to manipulate the truth for personal gain, illusory or not, I'll utterly fail. I love because it’s what my belief is woven from, nothing more nothing less, just love. I believe we always forget the life we led just before this one turns up dead.
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When I believe in truth it's manifested before my eyes in proportion to how I treated and treat my home and another. Heavenly eartH of Love will have nothing less.
I required to know the mess I’m in from my actions and my words and, thanks to instinct, I now know the trouble that I've caused, it’s up to me how much I’m in. I beg of any that I have injured, spiritually or otherwise along my way, to please forgive me, I beg your forgiveness of the spirit that you found me dampen in you. This truth, through full instincts, has reared its glorious head. I know.
Forgive me of all of my wrongdoings, Love already has. Forgive me for having abused any love I had to offer, the eartH already has.
I should have been able to figure out who I was by teaching myself, instead I resorted to asking the eartH "Who am I?" A steward to the eartH of Love, came the reply.
Don’t you know who you are, Mark Richard Prime? You were lifetimes of no belief at all, remember? Now you believe and look what you've spawned, lifetimes of sorrow carved of your thinking!
My daughters need me to tell them why I couldn't love. The stakes could not be higher. My Love was being kept at bay to have love enough to write these words that are not just mine, but the spirits I've touched and that have in turn touched me through time.
I’ve been deceived and I’ve deceived, yet more importantly, I've been blind, so I prayed, “Who am I?”, and through my sightless reach I wailed and flipped it outside in and broke away the dam and then saw that I was left with “Who I am.”
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Forgive me, I knew not that I was coming, an unexpected spirit found its way in me lifetimes ago, see? I met this spirit again on my journey, it's original man, the one seed. What disappointment to find out my past and realize I've always been an act away from the last.
The truth is very hard to grasp. Lifetimes it's taken to remember who and what I am. I'm a steward of this divine eartH, so the where was easy to map. Who I am isn't as complicated as who I imagined I was. Love, nothing more, nothing less, equal, truth, Home, Love. I ended up in heaven, despite the odds…
© 2012 by mark richard prime
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