-Another dance, this one from on line, Friday, 8.24.12 LESS A PRAYER AND MORE A BREATH-

(Only Wonder Understands - Like Breath and Water)

(Within the bible there can be found so many wonderful beliefs about Love, as in the Bible and as in the Koran, both Christianity and Judaism are based on the Torah and the Torah is written in third person, and the Koran is written from allegedly the point of God, who refers to Himself as “We.”)

How does anything become holy, my friend? By the will of humankind...

Love, peace and goodness to you, yours and the eartH...

(Silence…)

Here comes another…

(Silence…)

Less a prayer and more a breath- green and blue and wet with joy…

Breathe dear mother of Love’s child. Breathe that thee and we might see our unconditional connection in the breath of our Love…

There is nothing to fear, but the manifestations of our own phantoms within our own fears. Peace, not war is near…

Less a prayer and more a breath- green and blue and wet with joy…

(Silence…)

These are nothing more than beliefs and if beliefs can come at the drop of a hat, the truth, imagine that…?

Your reaction to my take on belief shouldn’t cause you suffering, it should cause all of us to rejoice, finally belief has met the truth. Isn’t it what we should be speaking?

Truth as a mystery has caused our minds to short circuit and cut Love off from the feeding grounds, love is ashen, love is pale, she calls to us, her saviors, to her Motherly eartH. Follow her song, she will lead you beside laughing waters and hold you safely forevermore. Gratefully follow her Love song, sing her ode, breathe new life into her lungs that we might breathe her gratefulness in the echo…

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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