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Necessarily Measured Time


Reality is now bending to belief, Love, and this, my reality, is shaping my never-end, always with a loving confidence.

(Love…)

Time isn’t necessarily measured the way we human’s can comprehend the full scope, the breadth of what it means to be eternal. Time isn’t a measurement, it is an idea. Even though it may not be so in what we imagine as our reality, isn’t time, in and of itself, immeasurable since an end cannot exist in eternity? It may or may not be for us individually, but collectively, our accepted reality has implications. Let’s make sure that they are repercussions that echo with the fullness of Love...

Time, I believe, is immeasurable. If it’s not, pray tell when it ends?

(It doesn’t, not in the way that you’ve imagined, but in the way that Love has summoned.)

Yes.

(ping)

(Echo…)

(Silence…)

(Love…)

(Eternity…)

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

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