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Love, peace and goodness to you, yours and the (H)eartH...
The kindness comes from the one Kind, the painting that expands when in full Love, an exquisite Harmony of Love and Sound.
(Have you really been unconscious that damned long, Mark Richard Prime?)
The roar of a jet engine pierces the pathway and I tumble headlong out of that particular start…
(You must journey inward to yourself, otherwise, what’s your reason for being here on eartH?)
The birds chime in with their halo of songs, each a lullaby for the thought that came before. The battle is set, the sides have been chosen, one is Love, the other is Fear. Chomping at the bit with great eagerness, the trap was set by Love and she needs to know the truth in my actions! Just speak the truth over her sustenance, beneath her teeming river, and upon the mountain’s cascading desire. Love’s longing to change humankind’s thinking so that the mountains are sufficient enough to hold them from the sky of our imaginations.