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The Story-line


The story-line weaves its way toward Love like none I've yet to imagine and, believe you me, when I tell you that my imagination is soaring with Love, there’s no telling where she’ll place us down, but, while we’re still breathing, we might as well join in!

Boob boom and a rat a tat tat, boom boom bippety bop boom, dance with the spirit that’s in the room, dance with the spirit that’s in everyone and everything! Groove to its affections wafting about like a sultry lullaby that’s meant for those of us who've been asleep for far too long.

I remember only that which is of Love…

(So, if you've been afraid most of your life, but you acted as if you weren't bothered in the least, then why the abhorrent behavior toward fellow spirit vessels of flesh and bone if and when they ever tried to understand you?)

I don’t know. I’d imagine it has to do with my instinct and my love being so connected with who and where I am that it often shocks me…?

I’m waiting patiently. Time is irrelevant in my belief, yet there is a frame and an order to things of which we seem to have forgotten. I say let’s get to remembering while dancing with the spirit of Love, otherwise, we’re just dancing…

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

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