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…)

(Love…)

(Love…)

(Love…)

(Love…)

(Love…)

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…

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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........•SHRIEKING MACHINE•........ •HEAD-LINES• •RIP• ---(“Russian missiles blast Ukrainian military academy and hospital, killing more than 50, officials say”)--- There are no more lessons to learn here, no more beds to hold the human wounded, just missile’s shrieking their grotesque ode, The Death of Humankind! RIP, children of God… ---(“Hundreds attend Mercer Island vigil, march for murdered Israeli hostages”)--- Dear mourners, this is the brutal vacuum of a genocidal, terror-filled, indiscriminate war-machine made of fear and we are all hostages to its deafening roar! RIP, children of God… ---(“10-year-old allegedly confesses to fatally shooting 82-year-old man and his daughter”)--- I must confess, this is part of war’s shrieking, children lost with a we...

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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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