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If Love Were the Whole’s Objective


We’re leaving here (the eartH) so what we DO here is relative to the Home that we create, so why not have it reflect an idea of Heaven like never before, though right in front of our faces. We’ve invented and thought our way into our own merger of truth and belief. Welcome to hell with sprinkles of Heaven, when in all goodness we should have it on its head, upside-down with maybe an occasional sprinkle of agony (hell), but, then again, why would one need do that if Love were the objective of the whole…?

(Silence…)

(H)eartH of Love of the Mother.
Heart(H) of Love of the Father.

5050 on your “MF” dial. Playing today’s most loving and down to eartH tunes on the radio, that both the Mother and the Father of Creation, might recognize our humankind’s great sorrow.

(Laughter…)

No. It might be beneficial for us to release our tall grief first so that the fear within it can be extinguished, and our laughter can then keep it afloat.

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

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