(Pic from Awaken Past Lives - Self-Love)
It may sound familiar, but I've crafted a new layer of Love within it. I hope you find this prayer worthy of repeating... __Anonymous
The end and the beginning are unseen. It is life’s mystery. I needn't concern the self with the hereafter I need concern myself with the now. "Time" is irrelevant...
The ark has set sail at last. I rejoice at your great fortune! The eartH waits on me if I’ll but believe…
This game has been afoot longer and more times than I care to imagine, than I've hope of remembering, yet I must, and it is beyond the frame of human, beyond the man-made thing called time- Tick tock goes the fool late for the truth again...
Overtime! How many is hard to imagine, but this one is my chance to make it Home without suffering anymore at my craven hands. Love, awaken! Love, awaken! Love come forth that you might heal my wounds and offer another breath to worship what’s known deep inside my soul! Open my heart and let Love flow! Out, flow out, pour from your every pore, raise it up!
Give until I can’t give anymore, stand up and be heard! I tell Love, the eartH of Creation, that I will no longer participate in this game of indifference! I bow to the eartH of Love before she swallows me whole…
When her sorrow will not subside, I’d better begin to heal or Love’ll toss me out of its eartH until I return to try again...
I've heard that all life is suffering, and I'd say that even includes the joyful times, for they carve out the cavern with laughter that stores my oft hidden shame…
Is there a point to any of this? To belief which is unknowable in every sense but itself I do not bow, to what I know beneath my feet I give credence… This lesson, this new round of existence, we’ll have no need for anything other than Love, a new beginning, a new belief that summons full Love as if she were Superhero of the eartH. Without connection to that which brings me howling with regret at what I'd done to the Mother, I lift my voice to nothing short of what I know. If it is belief, I recall that it must be taken to task for its inherent flaw, it can be changed, altered to fit fear's finger and ruin Love's vow with Creation...
The second time around has been daunting for a while, but, now that I've vanquished fear, the beauty and awe and logic and instinct and the great unknowable unknown potential within are given the chance to create. If it pleases the one Exactness, the eartH in our hemisphere, then it will be summoned forth to prove her love for thee. It's what I believe beyond a sliver of an nth of fear. Rejoice! Belief is empty if it’s not crafted of full Love...
Craft belief from your Love and not your fear and you will have garnered the attention of the eartH...
Eternity is a long time, it makes time irrelevant.
(Is that what you desire, an eternity of the unknown?)
I do if it is full Love, and I believe it is, but I know there are those that would rather sleep forevermore in the bliss of the subconscious at rest in the impatient night, the slumber in the truth of dreams.
Dreams do come true, I’d imagine. In the next go around, the one we find ourselves in anon, will be nearer to Heaven than anything found in belief…
I found Love, she is beneath my feet like a snake, waiting for me to make just one more misstep.
(One more? How many mistakes can one make?)
Depends on the fear within one’s belief, precisely why I settle for Love and only Love as the material found in my belief…
This is insane, I imagine you imagining.
(Is it insane?)
No. It's the amount of Love within it that brings me to see it. It’s the fearful belief that I cannot believe, not with good conscience, it falls short of complete and utter Love. It contains a punishment that is only imagined. When belief becomes considered something that is “known”, the pavement begins to crack around our use and she rises not to our rescue, but summons instead our ever sleep and we fade into the fibers of the unknowable unknown to sleep in bliss evermore. My belief can only summon Love and nothing less…
(Rejoice when you begin to search your Home with new eyes!)
I was talking to God and he handed the phone over to Love. The strict lesson of where I was became too great for my tiny mind to imagine, believe and know...
What if nothing comes of this, I asked myself? Who wouldn’t, right? What if nothing comes of this belief, what use was I to it and it to you, my fellow stewards set to move as angels toward Love’s (H)eartH? Rejoice that free will was given that we might create a human prayer upon the one work of art that tops all others, the (H)eartH of Creation’s Heart(H), the Heart and eartH, the HeartH of Love…
Welcome home…
© 2012 by the spirits dancing with mark richard prime
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