Skip to main content

Leaking From Both Sides of the Mouth


Words are leaking from both sides of the mouth as if a dam has broken, as if words and deeds are tumbling headlong out of belief and into duty.

There is a difference between believing in something and doing it and doing it out of duty, out of honor for her most giving skin. The eartH’s embrace of love and forgiveness are unmatched…

Funny how this story seems to be reflecting my reality, eh? Or is it what belief is able to conjure, a story ingrained within me, not I?

My recognition of duty came frightfully swift, yet the spirit in control of me and my actions held back long enough that I might catch my bearings, hesitated long enough for me to begin to think, imagine, dream, love without fear…

(Tick tock…)

Time is irrelevant to my dilemma.

(Would that be a blessing or a curse?)

Is there a third option?

(Tick tock, Rimnod…)

You seem to have plenty of it, Curmudgeon.

(Damn skippy! All I got is time, and believe you me you’re taking yours and wasting mine!)


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


Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

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
32 comments
read the poem

SKYFALL

Skyfall... We continue to play along with an unnatural game that has serious consequences, soon we'll find ourselves enslaved without recourse to the system. (Is that true of local charades?) Yes. (Why can't we free ourselves from the system?) The madness of money. (It's not money, it's people, right?) It's both, money and us in tandem, thus assuring money's might and our adherance to its loudness. (Madness...) Indeed. © 2017 Mark Richard Prime
1 comment
read the poem

THE ROCK HOLDS

The rock holds the soil in and from the soil springs the tree, the green of LIFE rolling from the blue, rising to the occasion of itself. . “Be!”, the (H)eartH declares, “Be what you are!” . (We thought we were!) . (We think we are!) . “You are, but not freely, therefore, only a thought, and a thought without much thinking, as if you were scared into it.”, the (H)eartH added. . [a quietude begins, the truth being heard and heeded, grooving to the flow] ~ © 2017 Mark Richard Prime
Post a Comment
read the poem