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Dancing With the Loving Spirit


(I’m like a shadow, you’ll not see me!)

Too bad. Shadows generally follow. I was hoping you might walk with me. I could use the guidance and do without the curmudgeonly reluctance. Walk beside me, spirit, that I may not feel so alone on my journey, though I’m surrounded by the fullness of Love and Creation, a fellow loving spirit in the flesh would be nice company…

(They don’t want to dance with you, Rimnod!)

How on eartH would you know what the loving spirit desires? You’re too busy scheming and bellyaching to dance at all…

(Silence…)

Yet, Curmudgeon, you are dancing with the loving spirit, you’ve no choice, none of us do, it’s just become so unrecognizable that you have become sightless to its step…

(Silence…)

Silence is golden, even in prayer…

(Thoughts tend to fall to the sheen of the worthless metals.)

It’s not our place to say what a worthless metal is, after all, metals are a part of the (H)eartH of Creation.

(Sure.)

Then it is the bone just beneath the Mother and the Father’s (H)eartH. It is priceless. Is it not?

End your wars, your murder, genocide, oppression and fear,
end your stumble that you might see Love’s spirit,
cease your grumble of not knowing and the truth shall appear.

O! Bring round your laughter that laughter and thee might dance!
Summon the fullness of Love that Love and thee can thrive perchance
that Life and Laughter can have their waltz
to reveal the fullness of Love’s hold upon us and our fate
To allow us to rescue our lives from having been
such a God-awful waste.

The wind. The wind. The wind caresses me with forgiveness, leaving I to wonder why.

(Because it’s your “me” and not your “I”.)

It is me, not I, me, who I was born to be.

(Echo…)



© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime


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