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The Unknowable Question


How can I not know until I’m in prayer, until the dance begins between me and the spirit? Have I been blinded by seeing? Have I fallen into the light only to be eyeless to its allure, my belief of my personal idea of my belief, my own thought of it, my own prayers to it? The unknowable has never been clearer…

(Silence...)

If you can’t answer the unknowable question, fo
r the love of all seek it out and it shall be shown to you. It will be evident in your dance with another and another and another, open ourselves up to the dance of Love and Forgiveness and away we go!

Imagine the splendid delights that are hidden within the Mother's eartH when she’s thriving, loving and laughing and living! Absolutely! I only believe beyond a shadow of a doubt, I do not know. I cannot know, and that, my friends, is where belief rears its head to dance with logic and reason in order to bring, what I believe is the collective me’s, the message of humankind's reason for being.

(Echo…)

My hope in dancing with the spirit is that I can soften the blow for so many who are suffering more than me. I believe it beyond the shadow of a doubt. Does that make me crazy, believing beyond doubt, or does it make me who, what and where I’m born to be in this lifetime?

(Silence…)


© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime


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