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Time's Irrelevancy


I can be very overbearing. The spirits, those I have unwittingly discovered in me, when challenged by knee-jerking fear, react in kind without a wisp of fear.

It is truly not my intention to cause anyone undue stress or consternation by my actions or my words. (I am crafting a belief of nothing but Love and Peace, and Love and Peace will not be denied.)

We hold our human to human vows more sacred than we do the one that is of our original purpose. Are we mad? Have we completely fallen off the wagon on our way back Home?

I take my vow to the Mother eartH very seriously, but I am in no position to argue that I've been the best man for the damned job when it comes to my responsibilities to the mother or mother's of eartH.

I am most certainly flawed like few I know. I am a human being pleading with all to realize just where it is that I am coming from. In prayer, these words tumble out of me without chance to even recall what it is I began writing, now imagine what it is the spirits are set to tumble from out of my actions...?

Loving words is all I can write. All I can seem to muster from my conversations while in prayer is a very direct truth that swims through me like a gust of wind. Words that lift even those I love from off of the ground in their rush.

Time is irrelevant, this belief... is not.

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime
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