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8.17.12 NEAR HER


I want to be near her for most of the day that I then might wash her lovely skin of any of my foul use.

I wrestled you off you arrogant uncleanness! Your stench does not bother me, it’s your deception that crawls over me, honing its teeth for a sideshow instead of the true return of Love…

She will rise up when we summon her with our plunder…

I forgive and, more importantly, forget. The remedy is found in my trust of the Mother’s eartH, Love, forgiveness, compassion…

Let go of your religion. Let it breathe its fervent notes of Love and God, let it exhale your belief’s fear and inhale your Love’s return…

O! Such mystery deserves a further assessment! Isn’t it our duty as a citizen of eartH to at least imagine the eartH as Home in our beliefs as much as we imagine our future arrival in Heaven elsewhere?


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


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