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5.25.12 FROM OUT OF THE MANY


Is there such a thing as fearless Love anymore or has it fallen to fearful war?

Creation is fearlessly waiting on the consciousness, on an awareness that the (H)eartH is sacred. I mustn’t keep her waiting one moment longer. She begs that I remove all fear and end my noise that I might recognize Home…

Let me worship within Love’s Heart(H), Heavenly Home. Let me praise her flesh that she might give birth to the seed of life, take in her untainted air that she might breathe in mine evermore.

I pray my belief is chosen from out of the many, for my belief is formed from the many…

Is there really need for a battle of beliefs? Is there need for me to imagine Heaven if I’m unable to recognize Home…?

The one truth, (insert name here), is unknowable. It is reckless thinking, careless belief that has led to imagining an end to Life in order that the Spirit might live forever. It is eternal already, my beliefs are secondary to Love…

(Life is God and God is Life.)

Love is Creation and Creation is Love.

(The (H)eartH is the Spirit and the Spirit is the Heart(H)…)

The spirit of Love is eternal.

(Remember…)

Peace, love and goodness be with you, yours and the world…



© 2012 by mark richard prime


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