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8.20.12 Come Dance With Me


Is there rest from this eternity? Might we summon sleep for awhile to just be with Love and God as they hold us near them in blissful sleep…?

(I’ll take some of that sleep.)

Really, Curmudgeon?

(Yes. Between you yammering all day and night and the rest of us closing off our ears to her plea is it any wonder you sound like a raving lunatic!)

Yes, but the option’s are limited…

Come dance with me, I’ll dance with you in turn and you and I and 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 ad you and Love…

The quake begins just below my feet- boom boom boom and a rat-a-tat-tat boom boom! The traffic swirls in the machine, Love’s just trying to get out!

This is Heaven…

(O! Good God! Of course it is! …You’d have to be blind, deaf and woefully prideful to not have always known that.)

There aren’t that many things my friends that we truly need to know- air, water, soil, sustenance, shelter. Five necessities, five essential needs, the rest is what we want…


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