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…

ROOT OF

"For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil. Some people, eager for money, have wandered from the faith and pierced themselves with many griefs." __1 Timothy 6:10 It is MONEY, not the LOVE of it that is the issue, the true problem. Love, in and of itself, is never a problem, WANT and NEED, or better yet- the WANT and the conundrum of its very REQUIREMENT for our survival IS the problem, it's creation and our blind use of it is logically the ROOT. In other words, let's leave LOVE out of it altogether and deal with the facts instead. If money were not made by us as a requirement for our survival, we'd find ourselves in a much better position to argue of its need and our want of it. MRP Peace and Love © 2015 Mark Richard Prime

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sdrawkcaB nruT (Turn Backwards)

I have been witness to the four pillars and see no reason to carry death there. Doesn’t the world know that life moves for more than just the sons of Abraham? O! I see the stunned throats floating by in the dusk to their stiff-limbed sleep as metal rains down over the Jordan’s western prophet, children dying there. I am here, waiting, breathing in the dusk under the shadow of the patriarch, asking, can we again build the shrine inside the soul and leave our flesh to time? © 2008 mrp/thepoetryman

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Access to...

It's odd to me that the future is accessible to God, but we're stuck with remembering the past, it's untenable. History repeats itself from our obsession with it. I say leave history where it is and instead create something of a present worth repeating. © 2015 Mark Richard Prime

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