The Flag Slaps at Full Mast

(It’s too late to stop, and you know it, Rimnod!)

I haven’t had my caffeine intake today, Curmudgeon. I kindly ask you to leave me be for a while this morning, there’s a spiritual battle going on inside me that requires I dive my full Love to the center of its winds. Good to see you, nonetheless…

If my belief of the one exactness and Home is to be without hell (fear), they must, it stands to reason in my mind, be crafted and painted of the fullness of our Love…

The traffic sweeps in going seventy-five and I hold the wind as shield from the foul noise of rabid consumption…

I don’t recall anything really. It’s been a blur all of my life. I can’t explain it without sounding loony, but I’ll give it a try… all I recall with any clarity is a memory from my childhood. Not sure how old I am but I could not be more than six. Perhaps it’s the memory that Creation wants me to hold dearest, or perhaps Love scoured my spirit for affection and had to go all the way back to a spirit that brought me Home again. The memory is one of only one or two frames. It feels like an old movie reel and all I can see from my child vantage point with my back upon the eartH and my innocent eyes seeing life below and above- everything is God- above me I see the bluest morning sky and there are tall grasses all around me and a butterfly floats above, or is it a dragonfly? Either way I’m in Heaven…

If our beliefs pull up short of the runway to soaring, we had best get to reshaping the eartH of Creation into the thing our belief’s believe in…

The flag slaps at full mast, yesterday the wind did it no favors at half…

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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CONFESSION ZERO

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