A Good Balance is Required

I’ve been preparing for this for longer than even I imagined. I thought the head injury was physical? But it was as spiritual as it was injurious. It began as a child, came to an abrupt reversal as a young man, and now has seemingly arrived full circle to my deeds, one to go. I’ve need to speak. I’ve desire to speak. I’ve much to speak. I’ve need to be silent.

Which is it, rimnod? Speak or silent?

Both.

That’s impossible!

Not if you’re speaking to Love and God, a good balance is required in order to be able to withstand the impact. Speak when prayer and laughter arise, be silent the rest of the time. End the brunt of noise and listen to her song. Sing the ode in her honor, bow to her love, life and laughter…

(Silence…)

Love.

(Silence…)

Life.

(Silence…)

Laughter.

The wind spills its breath as if it has been waiting to speak for ages now, that we might hear the truth beneath our squall…

(Silence…)

Silence is required…

The bug chimes in with his disgruntled peep and I am drawn down into the grass with the greenness of Love, the soil of Life, and the sound of Laughter.

(Where did you go?)

Haven’t a clue…

(Welcome back, nonetheless, nimrod.)

The traffic jumped the railing and drove its somber racket crashing through the party.

(What?)

Not sure. Maybe this is my duty all along, to save the eartH from my ruinous nature? Maybe I have been programmed, literally, to receive Love’s message, God’s desire…?

(You?)

I know. Me, right?

(No. You, “me” is fine without Mark Richard Prime.)

Oh.

(Let’s face it, you’re not the sharpest knife in the drawer.)

Curmudgeon…

(Rimnod…)

…

(Silence…)

ROOT OF

"For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil. Some people, eager for money, have wandered from the faith and pierced themselves with many griefs." __1 Timothy 6:10 It is MONEY, not the LOVE of it that is the issue, the true problem. Love, in and of itself, is never a problem, WANT and NEED, or better yet- the WANT and the conundrum of its very REQUIREMENT for our survival IS the problem, it's creation and our blind use of it is logically the ROOT. In other words, let's leave LOVE out of it altogether and deal with the facts instead. If money were not made by us as a requirement for our survival, we'd find ourselves in a much better position to argue of its need and our want of it. MRP Peace and Love © 2015 Mark Richard Prime

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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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Access to...

It's odd to me that the future is accessible to God, but we're stuck with remembering the past, it's untenable. History repeats itself from our obsession with it. I say leave history where it is and instead create something of a present worth repeating. © 2015 Mark Richard Prime

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CONFESSION ZERO

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