5.29.12 IF I HAVE A DOCTRINE LET IT CONTAIN ONLY THESE THREE WORDS- “THIS”, “IS”, and “HEAVEN”

(Heaven and a New eartH)

This is the belief I chose. What of Love? Might it soar like the awe found in the first moment recognizing where one has landed? Might it urge we feed our brethren? Might it urge that we end all wars? All murder, suicide and greed? Might it take away our blindness that we might recognize the self-erected hell of humankind and realize our gravest sin…? Where was I?

(The sin of humankind is greed, the gravest, their inability to fully love. Creation’s acknowledgement for our loveless veins…

We can only tread so long until the cab bends with the wind and the rain and the grave sorrow of the tree.

(That’s where you were?)

No. I was not there, yet I know of its eternity. I have flown with the angels. I have fused my words with the sweet sounds of Love, and a belief emerged from under her grasp! I writhe, in Heaven, evermore…

I saw myself fall pray to my own belief. It struck me when I least expected it, it has danced inside of me forever. In all of Life lives this other frame, a spirit that dwells in all, connected with the truth of where they’ve landed.

This is Heaven, I believe. If I have a doctrine let it contain only those three words, “this”, “is”, and “Heaven”...

Memory is what humankind needs. Remembrance will serve her dance with all in the end. Love in belief and belief in Love. Anything else, might just be irrelevant. Belief had better come prepared to face the Truth, to rise away from our imaginations long enough to remember where we are.

(Where do you long to be?)

Beside my Love with Life and Laughter.

I’m getting sick. I feel the darkness swill my mind in righteous colors! My sweat and chills breed quivers of my stomach...

(Silence…)

I’m not supposed to be writing tonight, I’m supposed to be dancing with my Love…

Peace, love and goodness be with you, yours, all and the eartH…

ROOT OF

"For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil. Some people, eager for money, have wandered from the faith and pierced themselves with many griefs." __1 Timothy 6:10 It is MONEY, not the LOVE of it that is the issue, the true problem. Love, in and of itself, is never a problem, WANT and NEED, or better yet- the WANT and the conundrum of its very REQUIREMENT for our survival IS the problem, it's creation and our blind use of it is logically the ROOT. In other words, let's leave LOVE out of it altogether and deal with the facts instead. If money were not made by us as a requirement for our survival, we'd find ourselves in a much better position to argue of its need and our want of it. MRP Peace and Love © 2015 Mark Richard Prime

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........•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...

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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

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