It Is Not Mine Alone to Hold...

(Saffron Craig)

I’m judging them one by one, these visions that writhe before me! She calls to us-

We sought you, it isn’t about you, Mark Richard Prime it is throughout you! It is not the fame they seek, it is but the truth…
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Person: So...r u a poet or something???/

Mark: I'm a writer, yes. Love, peace and goodness to you, yours and the eartH...

Person: Ok kewl just wondering thanks I need it right now!!!

Mark: You are most welcome, my friend...

Person: Tammy: ‎;) Thanks!!

(Love: Side thought- Hello, brother, neighbor, friend. You’re learning…)

Person: When I read the line "It is I, Mark Richard Prime, greeting your sorrow with Love," a tear rolled slowly out of the corner of my eye and down my cheek. Why? I don't know. Maybe it's because I realized there is somebody out there, somebody who I don't get to see much of anymore, who really cares about other people, their real feelings and the expression of love. Maybe that's what prompted the tear. Then again, maybe it was something else. In any case, I enjoyed your poem, Mark.

Mark: To the first, I’m not sure what humankind needs, but I know the eartH needs Love. Nothing hidden behind a wink... Love, peace and goodness is not an exclusive club that only you and I belong to, but deep within all of Life. Spoken with Love...

It is not mine alone to hold, it is the spirit of Love… which means that, if we die, what will become of she?

(Eternity...)

To have ever lived to see this day or rejoice at its simplicity!

(What?)

And now to the second- Out of the blue came this truth in the shape of the Mother, the eartH and her Mother, Love. We should long to be God! Not imagine God as a monster in the sky, but here with us! We create our own Heaven in the eyes of Creation! Assembly required…

(What?)

Truth…

(Silence…)

Doesn’t this belief ever end?

(No…)

Therefore, I can have Heaven and believe in it too! Rejoice at that idea! Oh my, how true was our armor? How low have we sunk when the Mother gasps for her own air…?

(Silence…)

Love…

(Silence…)

Between HeartHbeats it comes…

(Silence…)

See?

(Yes?)

(Silence…)

Understand?

Yes?

(Silence…)

Remember?

(Silence…)

Hello my dearest eartHly Lovely angeL Love! Life, Love, Laughter!

(And all and every dream became real at once?)

Over time and through belief…

I ask you, are you not most ready? Is now not the frame from which to act?

Does it not corner our temples to blush…?

Human coordinates are dead center the eternal Life, so we had best collect our thoughts real quick, she’s coming up to greet us with our loving prayer…

It is belief that brought me here. It is truth, it is Love that I found…

(I’m too busy praying …to listen.)

(Silence…)

(Sound…)

(Silence…)

(Love…)

(Silence…)

Love, she writhes beneath the will…

(Silence…)

(Noise!)

(Silence…)

(Love…)

(Love…)

(Love…)

(Love…)

(Love…)

(Love…)

Love.

(Love…)

Love.

(Echo…)

It is through Love that the medicine exists inside of us to begin with, she awaits our evolution, and our revolution, our acknowledging our reason for being, then she will trigger her medicine, without our prayers blocking the view of Heaven…

Love…

© 2012 by the spirit(s) within Mark Richard Prime