8.22.12 Suffering and intolerable cruelty to be the vessels of Love

(Venkatesan M --- Pollution)

I’m attempting to squeeze in every spirit’s belief it collected from you as if your flesh and bone and heart and blood and thought were a machine designed to bring an overabundance of satisfaction to the one exactness, God if you will...

Suffering and intolerable cruelty to be the vessels of Love and never believing in it as you’ve imagined it…?

Who among us has not suffered? Who among us has suffered the most? Who among us doesn’t lie to themselves for too long?

The collective self is what we’re going to need to snuff the flame of fear and soar to Heavenly eartH to give thanks for our familiar, old song and dance that can, in my opinion, only come from being silent and engaging nature as we were intended...

Stage 2 - We’re all Creators. (Some training is required. Not sold separately, or as a doctrine.)

This is my story.

(Choose eversleep or eternity, either way, you’re safe.)

I believe that we're in eternity as we speak. Lessons meant to bring our thick wits around to who we were born to be…

What of the lessons we tend to imagine as sacrosanct and above all other thought? Were we not in need of our own salvation, not that of another? Are we not in most need of our freedom to just be? To just be is something we've forgotten over the years of suffering, but I believe that's all about to change. We must care for this eartH, return her lungs that she might breathe, return her in your thoughts to the Life, as we know it, of the whole universe

(Silence…)

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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SKYFALL

Skyfall... We continue to play along with an unnatural game that has serious consequences, soon we'll find ourselves enslaved without recourse to the system. (Is that true of local charades?) Yes. (Why can't we free ourselves from the system?) The madness of money. (It's not money, it's people, right?) It's both, money and us in tandem, thus assuring money's might and our adherance to its loudness. (Madness...) Indeed. © 2017 Mark Richard Prime

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THE ROCK HOLDS

The rock holds the soil in and from the soil springs the tree, the green of LIFE rolling from the blue, rising to the occasion of itself. . “Be!”, the (H)eartH declares, “Be what you are!” . (We thought we were!) . (We think we are!) . “You are, but not freely, therefore, only a thought, and a thought without much thinking, as if you were scared into it.”, the (H)eartH added. . [a quietude begins, the truth being heard and heeded, grooving to the flow] ~ © 2017 Mark Richard Prime

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CONFESSION ZERO

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