Skip to main content

3 KINDESS


Did you think me incapable, spirit? Did you imagine I’m not up to the challenge of Love? You might have had some pretty solid evidence of my fear overriding my love in the past, but I am living a moment that will never arrive as I imagined and I am not the same man after witnessing Heaven. I am no longer alone. I have the spirit of Creation breathing through my veins and Love is present with every in and exhalation.

Stop thinking anything other than, “Trust in Love.” If it isn’t loving, Love doesn’t desire it. If it is love, then send it forth with gladness in your Heart(H)…

(The traffic roars in with its own version of humankind’s imagined end… Boom. Boom. Boom goes the eartH…)

Eternal structure, heavenly orb, do swing me skyward, that I may, in my return to eartH, look upon you with nothing less than Love…

(The Mother is the key. Be humble in your words and be righteous within your belief…)


© 2012 by the spirits dancing with mark richard prime


Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

........•SHRIEKING MACHINE•........                  •HEAD-LINES•                           •RIP•     ---(“Russian missiles blast Ukrainian military academy and hospital, killing more than 50, officials say”)---    There are no more lessons to learn here, no more beds to hold the human wounded, just missile’s shrieking their grotesque ode, The Death of Humankind! RIP, children of God…    ---(“Hundreds attend Mercer Island vigil, march for murdered Israeli hostages”)---    Dear mourners, this is the brutal vacuum of a genocidal, terror-filled, indiscriminate war-machine made of fear and we are all hostages to its deafening roar! RIP, children of God…    ---(“10-year-old allegedly confesses to fatally shooting 82-year-old man and his daughter”)---    I must confess, this is part of war’s shrieking, children lost with a we...
Post a Comment
read the poem

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
32 comments
read the poem

Per Plex Ed

            PER+PLEX-ED When you haven’t heard the truth in so long, when you do, it rings a most familiar s ong. That’s the human song, the truth rolling out exactly when it should.      (If a truth is told and nobody is around to hear it, does it make a sound only to the one that spoke it?)    Yes, but our ears aren’t strong enough to hear it.     [a perplexed silence] © 2017 Mark Richard Prime
Post a Comment
read the poem