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Am I in Heaven?


I'm in Heaven? I’ve been blind indeed, Christ...

Is there no dignity left in my parasitic carcass than this? My beholden is the eartH, the Heart(H) of Creation!

(If the eartH’s song does not satisfy, you are too intolerant. The truth comes with both, spirit and the knowledge of Love, and if they came at the same time, Mark Richard Prime, you’d either, wobble around drooling of your ignorance, or death would come weaving its potion over you to absolve you of your gravest sin.)

When did I garner the nerve to question Creation? Have I questioned man’s books? Have I confused the truth through deceitful lenses, lenses so overflowing with beauty upon the surface that the eartH just had to suffer my shortsighted imaginings? Will this time be the last time?

(Silence…)

The key is to be grateful and content with where I am. Not with my words, they mean very little in the larger scheme of things, but with my actions and my ability to just be. Action is truly the only prayer. If you see a wrong, stop it. If you commit a wrong, remember, you do reap what you sow, again and again. Remember Love. Everyone faces some powerful spirits they’ve unwittingly shoveled into their own heads. Reject another’s clutter, find yourself again, and stumble upon yourself basking in the sun of Heaven…

(The wind, the wind, the winding wind finds you and smiles at your efforts to save Love and her children from the likes of the parasites of gloom, while being humble in the eyes of Creation, whatever it might be and wherever it might lead.)

There is nothing to fear but my mind not asking the question, “Am I in Heaven, the only Heaven I know?”

(Dusting off the last moment’s trophy- If you steal from the poor to give to the rich, you’ve got the tale backwards on your grin. All the hate and filth you’ve stored in memory-tombs of your self-induced mind, until, upon the brink, you go falling away from the embracement of Love, the soil of Love’s eternal kingdom, the (H)eartH, cherished in word and in deed…)

Remember…


© 2012 by mark richard prime

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