What We Become Because of Our Beliefs

Perhaps it’s all one big practical joke? I mean who's to know in this, our cloud of innuendo?

The truth of the matter may well be hidden from view, but the pathway is clear and it is nothing but the fullness of Love.

It is indeed the thought that counts… as prayer?

(Thought counts as prayer?)

Yes. Thought is prayer. It is not what we believe, it is what we become because of our beliefs that we must concern ourselves with, belief won’t always be here, but the truth, well, that’s a different matter altogether…

The only reason a gag order would be needed is if what needed to be muted was the opposite of Love...

I am who I was born to be. Along with you, and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you-

(O! Tell me what it is I am to do, the who and where have long been solved...)

Why do you need more proof than these words?

(Humankind’s words are flawed!)

Not according to them.

(Silence…)

You’ve need to come to me, I’ve need to pray that you do…

The last beep on the monitor as a child passes on, the silence that swoops down like a vulture, is not silence, it is anguish personified.

How would we know that the eartH needs silence if our noise reigns? Her song will go unnoticed.

(It is the eartH's request of you to reverse your course, then pray for something when deserved.)

I’ve been trying to tell people that a loving spirit resides in me. The balance, as one might imagine, is most delicate. We’re tumbling and we don’t even know it.

Love has us captivated by gravitational forgiveness!

(What?)

Gravitational forgiveness.

(No. I know what you said, it just sounds so… stupid.)

Compared to what? You are in some ways obligated to prove your theory if it challenges mine, but only with the fullness of your Love, otherwise, where would you imagine drawing a line?

How much fear are you willing to allow inside of your belief? Half? Three quarters? Enough to survive? None?

I chose to be fearless. I had to- my belief is that of full Love. I had no other choice, really. The fullness of Love is unbendable.

(It can sure be smothered, though!)

Then it can, by that reasoning, be uncovered and allowed to rise above our want, our greed, our wars, our murder, our rape and our haunts! Release your fullness of love, life and laughter! Set it in motion that it might create from here on after!

(The wind. The wind. The loving wind blows out the infernos found in your fearful beliefs.)

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime