Morning chat with a couple of neighboring spirit continued...

(Human Spirit)

They spoke of return in truth. They both (their spirits) told me things of themselves and the earth, not of the flesh, and that is always a welcome event.

I’ve been dancing with spirit so long now that I find it in my every waking moment. In prayer or not, I’m dancing. Prayer is my promise. The original promise I failed to keep, pray! Pray! Pray for the rain! I will be surprised by what this human’s loving spirit is capable of creating... Won’t I?

(Silence...)

We either return to the soil and come back as a rose or our spirit’s soar with the unknown unknowable... Put your faith in everything being okay even if you do come back as a flower…

A rose or eternal bliss… and joy and comfort and laughter and love and breath and breathing and life ever after.

Who are we to say that this isn’t our purpose, to evolve into cultivated spirit so that we benefit from its use, that more of our Love surfaces, because we haven’t one smidgen of a clue as to what awaits us in the hereafter and Love’s so much simpler than fear.

The least and the most we could do while we’re here, “on the eartH”, is to serve our only known beholden writhing beneath the feet…

(I don't know if you're tired of waiting on you, but I'm exhausted of it; this line between belief and action...)

I'm not tired of waiting on you, I'm tired of waiting on me...

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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