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The Light From Love Burns Through


I am supposed to be loving in my belief. I am supposed to be loving in my reality within the HeartH of creation, I mean it makes sense that we are to love, for the opposite is adulterated fear that challenges Creation’s (H)eartH.

Open the eyes, for what you have need to close your eyes in order to believe will be crafted of your darkness.

The light from love burns through everything and all, it is the truth of our vessels built of blood, carriers of the loving spirit hidden from our wits by our own greed.

Want over need never ends well. And the same can be said of love over fear.

(Blah blah blah…)

The duality of humankind is now evident in my belief’s trajectory.
The two sides of one spirit faced with its own mortality.
The mortality of its own creation
built in to electrify the loving sensations,
to adhere human prayers to their source,
after so much “time” of not knowing an important thing
relative to where they were born to be.

(What exactly moves beneath my feet.)

All you know.

(Silence…)

Humankind, as I’ve said so many times before, is beholden to what it knows before it bows to what it believes.

(The very first belief could have only been of the truth, right?)

Yes and no. Belief, in and of itself, indicates that we are binary. Our duality has us in something of a pickle, since all are able, but few think dually, the fullness of Love has been summoned and fear is falling away to its grave.

(It’s like having your faith and eating it too…)

Yes. The sustenance of the (H)eartH is Love at its basic core, feed the hungry, shelter available, warmth and laughter



© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime


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