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Trust is What I Seek


Trust is what I seek and instinct has given me a head start over I. Not to be mistaken as anything but duty for my grave sins, the other Gods have to call to you in your belief that they might come with me. Come with me! Everyone and all, let us craft a most loving belief and it is ours! Yours and mine, not just mine and my dream, but all of our collective spirits and dreams of Love! Let us rise up and convene upon what we know and not upon what we believe....

If you think there's something afoot, and I believe you do, it is I that might seem to be stumbling unawares, but you may want to reconsider what it is you think you are seeing...


© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime


(The Lean Green Bean from The Weekend Gourmet)


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