If I build my belief into something worthy of the earth, I’ll have found that I must have used only love to do so, nothing but love. I will arrive if I create my belief according to love’s lessons. I feared "hell" more than I imagined heaven, and look at me, look at my use of her!
The gates of love open when I realize where I am. Rejoice to that and hallelujah... and weep and bob and rant and rave, and blubber and wail, etc, but never again forget the earth or my agony will be mine alone to blame and then I'll die, to again return and perhaps again muck up the earth, forgo love, again and again- only to muck up the-
Stop! It will please creation if you’ll but love…
I guess I may have fallen back a bit on the trace to who I was or am, but I’m here now dealing with what everyone else has been dealing with and suppressing for far too long, my singular self and asking forgiveness from its host. The earth is my first beholden and, if it weren’t for my horrible thoughts, she’d be the only planet (beholden) I’d have cause to worship. She is the earth, the heart of creation as far as I am able to know.
Peace. Love. Home. Peace. Love. Home. Peace. Love. Home. Peace. Love. Home. Peace. Love. Home. Peace. Love. Home...
If I want to know, I'll repeat those words enough times until they begin to swim in my thoughts and then stop and do it again and retrace the steps I took as an infant upon the earth and again and again until the fear in me is drained away and full love manifests...
I'm not lashed down at the spirit, my hands and feet and wits can and will lead me to who I truly am by the time all is said and done in this stage of my growth, and, if my belief comes only from love, I'm knocking on earth’s door.
(The wind takes me away as neighbors reach for what holds them at bay only to find they can’t deny that Love must be carried on, not away…)
© 2012 by mark richard prime
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