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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


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