Skip to main content

4 THE ONE KIND


Let us dance upon this stage of humbling sacredness! Her water needs our full attention, her soil and air and forest and mountain need our full Love to emerge or her rumble may be heard in the distance…

Cleanse the eartH of Creation of human waste and indifference. Flesh and blood and bone and sustainable nature and the stars and moon, the sun and sky, breathe in the fullness of her most sacred Love…

Eternity is a very long time, but in truth, have we not been eternal all along? How else would it have been done? The thought of eternity without human thought would have never been a “thought” in the first place. Right?

Then why the long faces? You are there already, this is eternity and the eartH, as far as I am able to discern, is heaven for flesh and bone and spirit, we’ve just managed to be sightless and fearful for all of our “known” existence, it’s time to change all of that and emerge as Love. The next phase in our progression…

A fearful beast is weak. An aware animal is called for, instinctually. Love is called for without question or hesitation. Belief is not our enemy, we’ve our faithful deeds in the end, do we want to sleep evermore without knowing, or do we desire to live with and know evermore the fullness of Love?


© 2012 by the spirits dancing with mark richard prime


Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

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

SKYFALL

Skyfall... We continue to play along with an unnatural game that has serious consequences, soon we'll find ourselves enslaved without recourse to the system. (Is that true of local charades?) Yes. (Why can't we free ourselves from the system?) The madness of money. (It's not money, it's people, right?) It's both, money and us in tandem, thus assuring money's might and our adherance to its loudness. (Madness...) Indeed. © 2017 Mark Richard Prime
1 comment
read the poem

THE ROCK HOLDS

The rock holds the soil in and from the soil springs the tree, the green of LIFE rolling from the blue, rising to the occasion of itself. . “Be!”, the (H)eartH declares, “Be what you are!” . (We thought we were!) . (We think we are!) . “You are, but not freely, therefore, only a thought, and a thought without much thinking, as if you were scared into it.”, the (H)eartH added. . [a quietude begins, the truth being heard and heeded, grooving to the flow] ~ © 2017 Mark Richard Prime
Post a Comment
read the poem