8.17.12 I am Born to be Love
It’s where you are that matters most, not what you’re surrounded by…
Let’s not begin to imagine that even these words that pour out of me for any number of reasons is truth, because like I’ve been trying to point out, that is what’s happening to me, isn’t as pleasant as one might imagine, it’s painful paying for your sins before you can speak the word of God. I’d such a long way to travel.
I am born to be Love, like we all are, but my head was flipped upside-down and I was drowning of fear, so it’s taken me way too long to get back to the surface of Love and scribe for her this ode…
(But you hadn’t the consent of all!)
I needn’t ask for the spirit of Love, it runs full stream through us all if we’ll but engage it, the spirit of Love is separate from our fear.
It remains eternal, does Love.
Life’s in mid-flight when it’s at its beginning, in the middle and here until Creation decides it’s time to dance.
(What about the ending?)
There isn’t one, unless you choose to eversleep away from all of the noise, in the loving soil.
(She’s got us by quantity…)
I believe that what the child hears from we adults is held in the spirit, both the spirit of the child and of God, for they are one. Until we pass away this lifetime and soar to the unknown, eartHly blue yonder. Who knows? Why not? I know, I believe, what’s the difference! What is the difference?
I’m in the now and the now we’ve made a rather idiotic and scary place.
(Of course it’s scary, we’re filled with angry spirit at having never known the truth of who we were born to be…)
We’re all Gods by design, unless you don’t consider yourself a child of Creation. We crumble like the thinnest of twigs, too easily bending just before the snap of our rueful reflection…
© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime