This is the spirit, not in prayer, but in silence.
Before I danced, I imagined myself swept up in the Spirit- She moaned, I wept…
The breeze again blows through only this time as I pray.
The truth exists. The truth is unknowable in the flesh and maybe even in the spirit. I imagine, I do not know that the spirit sees nearer to exactness, I merely believe. The mountains are sacred in my belief, the water is sacrosanct, the soil is most loved and the air is sweet. In my belief the eartH is sovereign, on her shores nothing is owned, life is not taken for granted, as long as she breathes. Humankind must recall their duty, their original promise to the living eartH.
(Remember, this eartH breathes and she’ll not hesitate to mend man’s venomous march with her undulating grief.)
Do I wait for a sign to hold me away from further destruction, or do I wait for her to speak her choice without need of further instruction? Will I understand her meaning only too well when instinct deliberates further instruction…?
When sleep calls, the spirit will speak in my dreams.
This journey is not mine alone to take. It’s your power of belief too that brought humankind here, that opened this human’s eyes that I might see her clearly, blind before, seeing after. How could I have recognized where I am if distracted by gadgets instead of doing my duty to the eartH?
I have placed it in Love’s care, my belief in Love, my belief in Creation’s creations. I might have died several times over by the time my use is over for good.
There’s some time yet. The happiness is what I want to see, the unbridled joy at having breathed one breath to begin with on these hallowed grounds of Home. Set your laughter free, open your lungs and breathe in Love and Love in breath…
You are the heroes. You are the ones that are forced to hear belief, yet would rather hear what is known.
(A blessing or a curse?)
© 2012 by the spirits dancing with mark richard prime
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