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The HeartH of Creation’s Song


I don’t know, I believe. But what I am able to know must be champion according to what I know, which is very little in the larger scheme; the flipside to belief, if you will.

I had little choice in the matter when it came to Love. She doesn’t like to play silly games of greed, lust and control. Damnable fear…

Who needs fear on eartH? I need instinct and free will…

With all of the noise, I’m missing the HeartH of Creation’s song beneath my feet and over my head.

I’m inside of Creation, a child yet to be born…

I had to fade out, a breath held deeply, waiting on the truth to whisper an ode in my ear…

I could recall them one at a time, the shadows that tore at my heels to keep me from tumbling headlong. I didn’t run from them, I entered in and did bid them to bend their pleas to the majesty of the (H)eartH of Love…

Mother and Father, child and angel, woman and man, animal, spirit collectors, Love...

(Spirit collectors? Really?)

I shouldn’t just have belief to fall back on… tumble instead into Love and the truth will set me free…

Might I have been in hell this whole time and given a glimpse of the eartH’s Heaven from my upside down wits? By hell I mean the suffering humankind wages upon themselves as thinking beasts, when all they need to know is beneath their feet…

The balance of Love, the flipside, if you will, must be fear, for fear is the only thing that can challenge the truth of Love.

(Fear was designed for just such a thing.)

If I think she is sacred, I must begin my duty, to speak up for the eartH of Love, to summon my voice eartHward that she might only know my sorrow after I’ve learned of hers…

Her song is playing for Creation’s children. I must rise up now and open my eyes to the eartH of Creation and Love… she’s been waiting on me to come around.

Her song is playing, we just can’t hear it over all of our noise.

The freeway drone comes through like a blade set to puncture Love. Nobody else standing up, we’re leaving it up to her.

I say let’s do something unheard of, let’s create Heaven with the things we’re given and stop creating hell from the things we’re not…


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

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