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Love, peace and goodness to you, yours and the (H)eartH...
There’s this rule I follow. Treat all as my equal. All.
(There’s a drum in that and a violin. There’s a flute letting down her hair, a cello thrumming its way into my heart. Boom! Boom went the bomb when humankind’s tongue began to toil, money’s more precious than even Heaven, but not oil! Money’s the root and greed has drawn man as a stick figure in a land of trees.)
There’s not one child alive today because of a bomb constructed from greed!
(Boom! Boom! Boom is not for man’s virulent rage and loveless smirks spinning their shells into a final war, a self-propelled Armageddon, Boom! Boom! Boom!)
Boom is for Creation. The profit from misery recoils in gloom and leaves all without breath, without flesh, without.
(You’re too frightened to think beyond your nose, you’re pushed up against your loving glass trying to steal a glance of your true reflection! Why does the magnitude of Love hold us here?)
I’ll not find heaven until I Love.
(When eternity plunges within the spirit, you will know heaven.)
The streets of gold, those of man, will waste away into the next great excavation of “civilization”. All nations in their next burst of thought will, I pray, remember the eartH, recall the rivers and I pray recall what I did to the water, the meadow and the tree, the flesh and bone, to you and to me. Remember, how I care for life reflects my love for Creation.
The song of peace is within me. It writhes deep beneath the wars, the murder, the rape and the greed, beneath the tarnishing of Heaven.
(Summon your love to its original tallness! Seek out your reason, do not hesitate, it will rise!)
Cease my unreasonable dreams and look beneath my feet. She awaits my stewardship.
(Remember, Love is everything, you can no more write Creation’s script than you can edit out your own…)
© 2012 by the spirits dancing with mark richard prime