Isn’t it possible that we are a part of this thing we’ve coined evolution, our adaptability theory or our belief’s presumption heaped upon the great and immense unknown unknowable, and we’re evolving toward laughter, life and Love; evolving love in motion toward the fullness, the center of Love, as if our very spirits depend on it? There’s a word for that…
(Necessity is your need, not your want. Remember…)
There are so many loveless gestures in the spirits that dwell within the one singular exactness of the loving spirit, wherever and whatever. We’re evolving, we’re adapting to our need to love over our inane desire to be King and Queen of the loving eartH of Life, Laughter and Love with a tyrants fist…
Rejoice at the news! Our folly can be held away from its trembling if we’ll but love the eartH of Creation in return…
(Echo…)
The birds chime in as if on cue, or perhaps my ears entered in from prayer to Home, Heaven on eartH to you…
The colors are righteous, the air, crisp with sounds- and then the noise pierces my finely woven shell and I bleed her prayer out…
(Again.)
The colors are peaceful, the air, crisp with her natural sound- and then man’s foul noise pierces my finely woven shell and I bleed her prayer out…
(Again.)
The colors are lovely, the air, crisp with sounds, the bypass noise pierces my finely woven shell and I bleed her prayer immediately out…
Her song pierced my spirit long ago, in the field as a child with Heaven in my sights, as I lay in my verdict’s darkness near my near death, upside down, near my salvation. It wasn’t exactly near to me, the idea of where I might end up in the next phase of evolution, I chose angel over the human animal, I chose Mother over the human Father to reign as most loved in this belief’s kingdom within the (H)eartH of Creation. I chose Love over fear, the choice is not as easy as it may sound when you’ve torn her fleshy spirit with your actions and your words, the best thing to offer her is my silence…
(The best thing you can offer her is your self, who you were born to be.)
Good point, Curmudgeon.
(It’s obvious, Rimnod!)
Yes.
(Silence...)
Yes.
(Silence...)
© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime
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