We Have Little Choice in the Matter

It is said that “He that kneels before God can stand before anything.” Anything, but God, right? How would one kneel upon God and stand before God at the same time?

(Humbly. Your standing depends upon how you care for what you're kneeling upon...)

I have little choice in the matter since God is, relatively speaking, unknown to me in the flesh. But the spirit, O, it is most ready for me to dance and laugh and love in its Heavenly Home. ...Not my belief alone.

Love, peace, belief, truth and goodness to you and yours, the known and the unknown, but most importantly, to the (H)eartH of Creation...

("By kneeling before God we are showing humility in our hearts"...)

Yes, and my prayers and heart better be asking forgiveness, I'm kneeling upon the HeartH and must seek forgiveness for my use of the (H)eartH and the Heart(H)?

(Love and peace, always...)

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If you want to dance with my spirit, I might warn you that it’s not only mine, it is Love's and it is you and you and you and you and you and you and you and me and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you, and soon you’ll find that you’re dancing with your self and all of those you’ve ever affected and you will be powerless to stop. The collective spirit dances like no other. Let’s give the eartH some breathing room that Love might move to the HeartHbeat…

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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