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Given Such Status


I've felt as if I were operating outside of my self, outside of reality, for most of my life, or, should I say, for all of this life that I can recall…

Am I not supposed to be writing legibly? Am I supposed to be writing something that will summon fear of my words instead of Peace and Love? Well, my head is upside down, so I’m writing as me for love, for peace. My toughest opponent has been the fearful spirit, now Love and peace feel like instinct, routine.

(Careful, Scribe, there’s nothing routine about Creation.)

I beg to differ, kind spirit. The unexpected routine is the most intriguing part of its genius.

(How can the “unexpected” be given routine's status when it is a part of that which cannot be known?)

But I speak of the one thing that is most knowable to humankind, the (H)eartH. The (H)eartH is, I suspect our only true known.

(Humanity seems to have missed the larger picture of what it knows and opted instead to rely on what it believes, though the (H)eartH still breathes beneath its feet and gravity holds its thankless flesh and blood to the degree of forgiveness it gives and receives.)

This is not mere belief, it is actuality... the grand wedding of reality and belief coming forth, thank God, as love and peace. Better yet, the union is that of kindness? Yes. Kindness working its way through me, trying to take hold to become my breath from Creation's (H)eartH.

I pray for the truth of Me, the flip-side of We...

__Mark Richard Prime with the Spirit's agreement


© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime


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