8.17.12 THE BIRDSONG’S LAMENT


The birdsong makes its way into my prayer, is my prayer, part of the fullness of Love. If this is not Heaven I’ll follow you off the cliff of illusion. Fall dark spirit, fall. Soar a loving belief that shakes the very exactness of Life and what good it is. Goodness, peace and love, without them upon us, we’ve little room to wiggle.

I often use the exclamation point to many of these prayers. One has the answer.

Look within them and you will see a pathway adorned with your name. Help me dear me to have always been immortal I seem to have lost my footing or I’m being led like a Billy goat up a steep trail lined in forgiveness and Love, for without one, there cannot be the other…

Because I’m NOT God, I find math impossible most of the time, that and I’m you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and me and you and you and you and you and you and you and you.

I’m just me. This is our dance of which I’m just one part of, there is you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and me and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you…

I am a human being and I have the rights afforded to all human beings.

No one is God, at least not without the whole’s consent… I mean if we all have the power of Love within us to harness then we are all sovereign entities that were programmed to Love by the genetics of their grand union of Love and Fear. Fear as an instinct is good, fear of the unknown is a waste of air, of which we’ve much to answer.

Let that be a lesson to me. It is both you and I and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you…

Your rituals will not bring forth your forgiveness. While we all stand around waiting for the grand finale, we miss too much of the truth within the story, Beginning, Middle and End…

I can’t let this go. She is tied within my belief, both she and my lovely angel Love are the Mother, they represent forgiveness and Love and Love and forgiveness. As for this forgetting routine you’ve honed, if it’s Heaven, how on eartH could you ever forget…?

I’m a good man, and that’s all I am.

(Echo…)

And within that there are many…


© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime


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