7.17.12 It is Not Mine Alone to Hold


I’m soaring now with the eagles, the heat wave fluttering their wings while warriors bang their weapons like small god’s bent on battle instead of calling out to Love, instead of reaching out with loving arms.

I’m judging them one by one, these visions that writhe before me. She calls to us-

We sought you. It isn’t about you, Mark Richard Prime, it is throughout you. It is not the fame they seek it is but the truth…

(Silence…)


(Love: Side thought- Hello, brother, neighbor, friend. You’re learning…)

I’m not sure what humankind needs, but I know the eartH needs Love. Nothing hidden behind a wink... peace, love and goodness is not an exclusive club that only you and I belong to, but deep within all of Life. Spoken with Love...

It is not mine alone to hold, it is the spirit of Love… If we die, what will become of she?

(Eternity...)

To have ever lived to see this day or rejoice at its simplicity!

(What?)

And now to the second- Out of the blue came this truth in the shape of the Mother, the eartH and her Mother, Love. We should long to be God! Not imagine God as a monster in the sky, but here with us! We create our own Heaven in the eyes of Creation! Assembly required…

(What?)

Truth…

(Silence…)

Doesn’t this belief ever end?

(No…)

Therefore, I can have Heaven and believe in it too! Rejoice at that idea! Oh my, how true was our armor? How low have we sunk when the Mother gasps for her own air…?

(Silence…)

Love…

(Silence…)

Between HeartHbeats it comes…

(Silence…)

See?

(Yes?)

(Silence…)

Understand?

Yes?

(Silence…)

Remember?

(Silence…)

Hello my dearest eartHly Lovely angeL Love! Life, Love, Laughter!

(And all and every dream became real at once?)

Over time and through belief…

I ask you, are you not most ready? Is now not the frame from which to act?

Does it not corner our temples to blush…?

Human coordinates are dead center the eternal Life, so we had best collect our thoughts real quick, she’s coming up to greet us with our loving prayer…

It is belief that brought me here. It is truth, it is Love that I found…

(I’m too busy praying …to listen.)


(Silence…)


(Sound…)


(Silence…)


(Love…)


(Silence…)

Love, she writhes beneath the will…

(Silence…)


(Noise!)


(Silence…)


(Love…)


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(Love…)

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Love.

(Love…)

Love.

(Echo…)

It is through Love that the medicine exists inside of us to begin with, she awaits our evolution, and our revolution, our acknowledging our reason for being, and then she will trigger her medicine, with our prayers overlooking her Heaven.

(Let's hope you're ready?)

Yes, Love, I'm ready…


© 2012 by the spirits dancing with mark richard prime


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