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The Need of an Obsessive Disorder


I think I might have OND, a disorder that brings one to become obsessive about what one needs, not so much about what one imagines that they can or should have…

The eartH is NOT FOR SALE! It is sacrosanct, not only to our lives but to all of our lives and to all else that is known and even the unknown of our existence. The Creator of all will have its ending one way or another, so we best make the part we can control about Love, hadn't we? Always we might remember that what we know most of all is our Home away from Heaven, Heaven itself...

(Silence…)

That was going to be the conclusion, but I chose to see it differently, I was in a bit of a pickle. I was drowning in everyone’s spirits of fear, the Love long covered with the guilt of shame at what we were doing to Life…


© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime


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