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5.27.12 GOD, HAVE HER SEE MY LOVE


God, have her see my love and let me remember that love conquers all.

Turns out, it’s true. Let her love me in return that she might give me eternal devotion.

(Where are your keys? You shouldn’t be-)

Flying? Maybe love has no direction, or at least it didn’t, until the advancement of man’s reflections on love. Breathe. Inhale, exhale, let it out and we never saw the earth for what it was, our beholden, our heaven, our mother, and father and so on, God. God is everything, God is everything, everyone and all, then why are we attempting to destroy the heart of God…?

(Echo…)

Oh the poets behind these words, loving one another, all and everything, one! Oh, then might we rise to behold the heart of God, heaven? The earth is God. The water is God. The forests, God. Collective Humankind is God. All and everything is God. Never forget where you are…

(Hold on there, mister! The eartH is God?)

Yes. God, heaven, eartH, love, compassion, joy, laughter, smiling children… all. Oh! Why have I forsaken God for belief?

(It is at eternal life that I aim weapons of war, of murder, of greed, of rape and the avoidable suicide of humanity! Oh! The death that will befall humankind, gone at the drop of a bomb, if he doesn‘t do away with foul pride, will surprise the belief in him. Have your God, please. Just never forget where you are again, let all the other animals and love take over. They see man not for what he is intended to be, but for what he has become… Predatory, without cause or right to be. Instincts, remember? 


Mine were numb from foolhardiness, a dis-ease that tries to alter the outcome of truth without the will of Love and God...

(Breathe…)

Why am I waiting so long to speak? I’m dancing with the belief of where I am, the essence of the spirit- We are the beasts that dare forsake our Mother Earth. Heaven? I am praying that you now begin to make amends. Tell all you know that I just want to usher in a belief that neither aches from love nor forsakes the heart of God…

To those of my friends, my brothers and sisters whom imagine heaven elsewhere, by all means sing it to the rafters, just remember love, full love, everything and all. Recall your animal instincts, breathe, breathe, breathe and love. Love as we’re intended, loving, kind, gentle, caring, loyal, aware, thankful and peaceful animals, and if it’s not heaven, we’ll have pleased God…

(Rise to this occasion with haste!)

I wait and I wait and I wait for something to have the ring of absolute truth to the ear and I get nothing.

(The choice is not yours, my friend.)

I am up to the challenge.

You're not listening! If one's story comes from the heart and ends with love they’ve a friend in you, if one's story comes from a jealous heart and feigns to end Love’s eartH in fire and brimstone, you‘ve a rival. Love will not allow me to have any of it. We look for more in the flesh than we do in the spirit. Let Love, God and the Spirit help to cleanse our transgressions upon the heart of creation, to love, to life, before we stray another lifetime further! God. Instead of God, we’ve a foe, something undetectable from space, searching for God as if Love had disappeared from beneath our feet.

Love.

~

God now rises to your songs! God now rises to your actions! Your prayers, your joy, your exhaling love to any and all.

(If the challenge is yours, bow away. If the challenge is theirs, remember, you love them equally.)

This is not a dream, it is heaven. It may not look like much to us now, but if we could see it like heaven, from the beginning, the way it was always intended to be, then we’d, at long last, know where we are…

(Rejoice!)

~

It’s not up to you when life ends or begins, Mark Richard Prime, so I can witness the collapse of man by his own hand. Prepare to rise up, God is whispering. Pray you listen…

~

I thought it was beautiful, my belief. I beg your pardon. I must have sounded crazy to you.

(No more than the next crazy.)

I love her spirit. It is pure, intricate, child-like, motherly, whimsical, funny, lovely, loving, sweet, silent- Your silence speaks volumes to your love.

(Your courage is noted.)

*~*

(The eyes are beginning to close, the wind blows the breath of God across your ears, and love pierces the air, Love. This should be easy. Love’s ready, God will be pleased, an eternity in Heaven.)

This is not a game, spirit! It is an exploration of Truth.

(Question it at your own risk…)


© 2012 by mark richard prime


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