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


(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…


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


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