Our Thinking Was Bound to Happen

These spirits are real, yours and yours and yours and yours and mine and yours and yours and yours and these spirits can soar! They flit in and out of us like fearful things instead of loving things, loving as they can be, not as they've allowed themselves, ergo the Self, to become. Is that not an important lesson in Love, the need to be content? Let’s begin to summon our selves among our spirits of Love, it’s the only way that I know of to grow, to evolve in our thinking as was bound to happen, Love demands it…

We thought these things and we chose to keep on existing in hell instead of Heaven, our beliefs chose this outcome, our deeds are and were a reflection of who we become.

Here’s why I need help, my fellow spirits, if I end this belief on any level that has even a hint of fear, the whole foundation of Love will no longer be full and without fullness, Love buckles to fear’s wrath, not Gods. In other words, our own. If fear is an instinct that curls its way into our actions and our reactions, eventually fear becomes the leader, and fear’s direction, believe you me, is not a glorious vacation spot in the least. If you think I don’t need any assistance in my quest, you are sadly mistaken. I am begging with you to forget your allegiances to anything but Love, to the Heart(H) and (H)eartH of Creation and help me figure this one out. I trust in the loving spirit that swims in you despite what we've been through before, it’s my way of giving back the love that any have shown me in the past.

It is Love and it is free and it is gentle and it is kind and it is forgiving and it is you and it is me…

(Love…)

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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