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The Dance With the Spirit


The dance with the spirit can be rather frightful, depending on the intentions of your dance partner. Perhaps instinct accompanies the future of human thought? I believe that we’re set to know, thereby rendering belief meaningless. I believe that I am set to know the facts of original belief. Original belief must have really been something, something akin to the truth of our reality.

I hope, if it is to be thus, that I’m prepared to dance before the song begins to play, and pray that I’m ready to believe in my reality enough to heed the call of the HeartH, the (H)eartH and the Heart(H) of Creation.

Let me begin.

(If it's eternal, you can’t quite ask one to begin, now can you?)

Then let us continue, only in a more loving direction.

(Silence…)

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

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