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IT’S ALL I NEED DO IF MY BELIEF IS THAT OF FULL LOVE

(Pegi Smith Paintings - Through the Door)

I’ve stumbled upon the door that leads in, so I thought I’d begin.
The waiting’s been hellish, the path, Love, the destination, eternal HeartH, Home and Heaven.

Did you think I would fail such truth, such a testament to Love? Who did you think you and I had become? Strangers? Shadows of our former selves? The time that belief trumps truth, will be the time of self-made hell’s rising. Not hellfire and damnation, that’s against Love, but a recurring suffering until we love as one. (I do not know. I believe.) It’s all I need do if my belief is that of nothing but love, in every word and with a joyous affection for all of life and any justifiable end. We cannot know. We cannot recognize God, because we don’t recognize ourselves. Look at yourself. Look at your divine grace, your uniqueness… in Heaven. Love is what we are, who we are, and even where we are. Rejoice!

*~*

The billowing smoke lingered and I was reminded of the small things, the inconsequential thrum, the sun’s changing days- Away! Away! Leave hell evermore and dance in the kingdom of Love! Who better to tell this story than we? Who better than we to stand witness to Heaven, to the HeartH of Creation, in all of her glory and then recall our sworn duty to her?

Rat-a-tat-tat! Earth is our beholden, and I’m fine with that. Rat-a-tat-tat! Why wouldn’t I be, all things from Love. Rat-a-tat-tat! Below, straight through,
around, under and above! The glancing fears are all but gone, yet I dismiss them at my own peril- a-rat-a-tat-tat! Love cannot be divided from itself, rat-a-tat-tat- it is the strongest fabric in existence- a-rat-a-tat-tat! What of our greatest sin, the attempted murder of the Mother? Rat-a-tat-tat, rat-a-tat-tat- boom, boom, sleep, then birth…




© 2012 by mark richard prime

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