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Tell Me Who I Am, Or Must I Ask?


Tell me who I am, or must I ask?

Tell me who I am, spirit. Help me unmask me, lift the veil before my eyes and summon the fullness of Love…

(You must!)

Why? Because you say it as if you know it to be, as if you know some unknown and perhaps unknowable fact, perhaps you do, perhaps we all do, but until it is made known to me, I'd say none of us likely do. I personally know very little, save for what calls to my inner self and won't let go, yet many of those spiritual kinds of things cannot be explained by words, so perhaps silence is the key to all of this…?

(Silence…)

I do, however, like and agree, save for the demanding tone (of which I've little room to talk), but I agree that it would, in my belief, be in humankind’s best interests to do just that, make ripples that are most loving without drawing conclusions or demanding anything, but I don't know. It has, in my belief, made sense in these very real words that have been pouring these idea-filled prayers forth like a rushing river for a very long time now. It's a process… and how.

In my opinion, our dialogue(s) anywhere and at all times are relative to our own experiences. They are dependent upon our own personal perception of things, are they not? My experience pours out in a flood of words, my prayers, and I have tried my best to craft them without fear or to have them demand anything of another. A lesson I’ve learned and am still learning as the spirits ripple along.

Love, peace and goodness to you, yours, the spirit and the (H)eartH, but there I go repeating myself...


© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

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