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5.29.12 THE LOVE FOUND IN THIS BELIEF IS THE LOVE OF CREATION AND WE HUMANS ARE DEFILING THE HEART(H), YET STILL, WE IMAGINE...


This mind needs to rest, but it’s kind of busy at this leg of my journey. Many of you seem to understand that it is from my Heart(H) that I’m expressing my thoughts, the Love I speak of belongs to Creation.

The Love I’ve found in my belief is the Love of Creation.

(And humankind is defiling the Heart(H), yet still imagine they’re destined for righteous glory...)

Have I earned her love?

Have I been silent long enough to sense Truth?

(Does it end with Love of all and everything?)

Might I, after my debasement of Love‘s (H)eartH, truly still imagine that I’m on my way to Heaven?

Love is everything.

(Humankind’s mind hasn’t imagined itself even remotely near to Love.)

Life is Love. Love is Laughter. Love is water. Love is forest. Love is rain. Love is wind. Love is thunder. Love is the moon. Love is the ocean. Love is the sea. Love is snow. Love is animal. Love is spirit. Love is comfort. Love is without hunger. Love does not imagine. Love is we and everything. Love is.

Let me begin…

(Echo…)

© 2012 by the spirits dancing with mark richard prime


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