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A Spirit Lodged in the Throat


It’s always the same damn thing! It’s like Groundhog Day around here, only this time the spirit in me became pressed with suspicion of a spirit that dwelled inside my lovely angel Love. A spirit that was lodged in her throat with indifference to my pleas. I must not have earned enough latitude to go without great loss and further suffering … Good! I am grateful to have danced with the spirit, even as we speak I am grateful. This is you and you and you and you and you and me and you and you and you and you and you and you and me and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and me and yours and yours and theirs and yours and yours and yours and yours and mine and yours and yours and yours… Rejoice! We are the children of God and Love! Rejoice that the eartH is the Heart(H) of Creation! The feel of her gravitational pull should be enough to bring us to believing in her grace, her forgiveness and her eternal spirit of Love.

The spirit of Love, I believe is guiding me, not just my fingers to summon the fullness of my love. I am not running the show, folks. I’m dancing with the loving spirit and I’m okay with that. What’s in your spirit?

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