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Forgive and Forget


(The essence of Shakespeare's tragedies is the expression of one of the great paradoxes of life. We might call it the paradox of disappointment. Defeat, shattered hopes, and ultimately death face us all as human beings. They are very real, but somehow we have the intuitive feeling that they are out of place. They seem to be intruders into life. Tragic literature confronts us afresh with this paradox and we become fascinated by it. More…)

(Silence...) 

Forgive and forget, for if we remember transgressions as a lesson in fear, fear will do its best to mask our Love with contempt…

Let Love free! Send it out like the first breath! Echo its message of forgiveness! Rejoice that the savior is we! The source is known, the truth will bring you to tears, but fret not, instead, act upon what is known instinctually…

(Instinct’s so yesterday!)

Instinct! It should have never worn the tragic mask…

(Comedy of Errors, instead?)

Better than the nightmare of tragedy.

(Silence…)


© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

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