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To All My Fellow Brothers and Sisters


To all my fellow brothers and sisters, I offer nothing less than my love, and to my Home I offer the sturdiest of my belief, that which counts before it gets to know the truth of another. I’m headed toward goodness, whatever it may or may not be is not for me to imagine for if I cannot know, I cannot imagine it to be. I will be wrong, so I am trying my best at being the least bit Algebraic in my thoughts.

(You? Math? Ha! That’s an outright joke! You couldn’t do math to save your life, numbskull!)

And a good day to you fine spirit.

(Cut the crap, scribe and get to scribing!)

I am and you are along my way. Hello. It was most kind of you to dance with me this morning. It is a dance, our turn to make a difference in what we know instead of ignoring the truth in our duality, what we know and what we can’t. We are gnashing our wits in the hell of our making and we’ve begun to see instead of flee, we are standing up for Home, for Love, for all and everything! Let us empower ourselves with our love.

The noise, at first comes swimming my way through the neighboring air. Now I know not the language, but I certainly recognize the loving spirit within it. And so it goes with all of my dances with my fellow spirit, my belief rises that much higher, because I am not in control when I am in bliss, the many fellow loving spirits begin their dance within me, anywhere I go and seemingly no matter how brief. I guess what I am saying I must tell you that I know who you are, much in the same way that I’ve begun to realize who I am and that I’m existing between both the physical realm and again in the spiritual realm, the thread that weaves its way around truth and delivers to us what we need to know instead of what we believe…

(Silence…)

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Equal rights for all, based on our being human and because we’re sovereign individuals.

Hallelujah! I for one think it is the rightful and only just thing to do, love all equally. Let us rid ourselves of fear based on where we imagine we're going. Let us love where, who and what we were intended to be, instead…

Love, peace and goodness to you, yours and the eartH...



© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime


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