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…)

ROOT OF

"For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil. Some people, eager for money, have wandered from the faith and pierced themselves with many griefs." __1 Timothy 6:10 It is MONEY, not the LOVE of it that is the issue, the true problem. Love, in and of itself, is never a problem, WANT and NEED, or better yet- the WANT and the conundrum of its very REQUIREMENT for our survival IS the problem, it's creation and our blind use of it is logically the ROOT. In other words, let's leave LOVE out of it altogether and deal with the facts instead. If money were not made by us as a requirement for our survival, we'd find ourselves in a much better position to argue of its need and our want of it. MRP Peace and Love © 2015 Mark Richard Prime

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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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Access to...

It's odd to me that the future is accessible to God, but we're stuck with remembering the past, it's untenable. History repeats itself from our obsession with it. I say leave history where it is and instead create something of a present worth repeating. © 2015 Mark Richard Prime

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