The Loving Spirit, that We Might Return

Love and Creation, but there I go repeating myself.

Love, Life and Laughter, a Joyful Creation is Goodness.

Affection stroking the loving spirit, that we might return Home with gladness in our Heart(H)s…

Why must we imagine it any other way? Are there not ample reasons to give the (H)eartH it’s return? It is Life as we know it, not as we believe it. It is. The eartH is our original Mother, a birth she’d grow to regret. Her children tear into her flesh like marauding beasts bent on suffering at their own hand. Turn away from your imaginings for a moment to reflect upon what it is you’re doing with what you know…

O! Rejoice at such a truth! Rejoice that the (H)eartH is forgiving, that Love is all, is God if you must, but Love alone covers all we need remember, the truth in humankind’s directive.

Remember, time is a creation of humankind, Creation is eternal and cannot be considered time. Right? I mean time is a frame of reference and eternity is timeless.

Now is the only “time” that counts. Now and now and now and now and now and now and now and now and now and now and now and now and now and now…

We are born loving vessels of the loving spirit, our skin and bone, mere vessels for that which sustains us, the blood of spirit, the pathway to eternity.

(if we are born spirits aren’t we, by default, both the loving spirit and the fearful, too?)

No. It is the thinking, the mind that gives one fearful beliefs. All unnatural fear, like unnatural noise, is created by humankind’s sightlessness.

Creation is Love and there’s not an nth of room for the unnatural fears crafted by humankind.

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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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

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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

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CONFESSION ZERO

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