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…

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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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

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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

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CONFESSION ZERO

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