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Sleep away the pain of this life - 8.07.12


In my belief...

I've had enough of this outside in story falling out all jumbled up and missing the truth in the flesh when all of our eager words without deeds only manage to punish the air with their foul sway…

The truth is all I truly seek. Who am I, what am I and where am I?

(What of the me?)

Already figured that one out, dear spirit. It’s the “I” that the “me” can’t quite grasp. Why the game, why the plot thickening upon the tree that took a life? I’m done with that story. I’ve lived it everyday and it’s been playing backwards since I was a child, my head got rung up a time or two and flipped “me” upside down into “I”…

Sleep away the pain of this life, lift it from me dear Wife and Mother, Great and Grand Mother that I may lift mine from off of your own…

(Don’t be angry, they were just ushering you in…)

I’m destroying evil that we might dance atop the laughter of the HeartH! It matters in only one duty- stewardship of the Home, stewards for Love’s dancing spirit, God’s of Love, if you will…

I am not the only one, you are not the only one, we are not the only one who breathes as God! Rejoice in that note dear spirits, stand up and dance with me on top of the known beholden, to Love, to the (H)eartH. There’s no doubt it’ll be Heavenly and it will please the one Truth, if the eartH isn’t it…

(Silence…)

It’s now or at death’s cold hand that your choice will float before you without the inconvenience of time or the miracles to erase all doubt, there is no doubt my friends, it is Love that moves my fingers to and fro’, that lifts my gaze beyond the flesh and into the spirit’s dance. It’s both wonderful and lined with the ghosts of deception, present and past…

This loving part of the spirit is having me take your affections and mend them of pain, this spirit is having me take the fear from you and brush it to the wayside and breathe with full Love her heartbroken song…

Oh! Do not yet release me from this dance if it is the will of Love and God. I am not prepared to end this belief, I’m prepared to build upon it for Love, to make our brief stay a testament to the collective will and to affections toward our Home…


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

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