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THERE'S MUCH TO BE DISCOVERED IN THEM


The traffic digs its talons into my spirit. A surge of fear finds no path to enter my belief so I send it packing…

The wind enters now as if on cue with my belief that now whispers- trust in Love, to my ready ears...

I trust in Love, it’s my self that I do not fully know in order to believe, trust in these words. They are not mine alone. They are the muses of belief, they come from all loving spirit harnessed in the dance over lifetimes, none more so than my family due to their proximity to me...

The spirits I’ve managed to engage with in my years on eartH are many and there’s much to be discovered in them about why I never danced with Love so merrily before…

A song swept in for a brief moment, maybe it was the idea of a song and not a song itself, perhaps it needs me to conjure what natural sounds from the day I might arrange into an ode to the Heart(H) of Love…

I write songs for Love. I do not write songs for fear. I pen them for, about, and with Love…

Food for thought- I searched all of my life for the unknowable and in the process forgot where I was…

You’ve said that before.

It bore repeating…

© 2012 by mark richard prime

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