These words steadily flow in my prayer…

These words steadily flow in my prayer…

Must I cease my quest for a Heavenly Home, isn't that a sure way to battle the possibilities of belief and reality in one fell swoop?

“What if this” and “what if that” is our duty until we realize where we are. And then to bring ourselves to demanding the Heaven that is our calling. We've been devils since I can remember, so I believe it would benefit us all to remember where we are and realize that it is time to change our course.

I don’t I can truly dictate an end to all of this, where would I begin?

(Well, your head is upside down, so where else would you have put your eyes upon to then craft such a belief?)

From each and every one of the individual spirits I gathered their Love instead of the reality that unwittingly they’d placed upon themselves through any and all of the fears found within their beliefs?

Release these words, they are yours and yours and yours and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you- the massive guilt we must feel from our beliefs, that which we held more precious than the all powerful truth!

O! Let us do this before we create our own agony, as if a dish of milk held up to our dry lips! Rejoice that it is God that we could not know. Rejoice that it was who, what and where we were born already knowing in order for us to then remember. Remember, and if for any other reason we should seek our own personal Heaven that all might see it upon and within the HeartH of all Creation, then so be it, as long as it is loving, as long as it doesn't fear more than it loves.

There's our role in all of this, our birthright to be the God of our beliefs AND of our reality…

We've put ourselves here. It's one amazing journey when the lights are off and Love flows through us faster than we’re able to think- not to mention that I've dreamed of nothing but Love's pathway for a rather long time having come from the darkness. The light from such Love beckons me out of my created hell and into a newly crafted Heaven, the one of my belief and the one of my reality.

The battle is not by the sword, it is by the spirit, of which we've left ourselves to suffer. Our untrustworthy belief doesn't just effect what we imagine to be true, it is what we believe of the reality of where we are that has the most teeth, and, that alone, will likely send the lot of us and our heads spinning in disbelief at the recognition.

I believe that the battle lies in the great imagination. It's flipped on its head. It's a Heavenly Home and not agony! Rejoice that we have found Love!

I don't care how I look in saying this. I only care how I sound. I believe sound is one of the more important lessons we must learn in order to step across the Heavenly thresh-hold of Home in reality and in our beliefs, because they are ours to keep and not others, we must take care to love within our own. They're the only ones we've got, those in our individual shells, spirit, belief, to repeat within the flesh.

Of our self-experiment, this, in our minds, complicatedly advancing, at long last, to that which meets our deeds... It might benefit us to begin to find our God-given Heaven before it quakes us from out of its reach.

(Belief; where else would you begin if not at Home?)

Why would you imagine my queen with anyone but her king?

Ask it of Love and Creation, God if you must, either way, in my belief, you'll be talking to God and your self, who you were born to be.

Boom boom and a rat a tat tat, listen for your truth in that if you want to get right down to the nuts and bolts of your animal.

(Animal? We're not an animal! We are Human spirit carriers, I mean how much impact will it have on my fun?)

Hush your tongue! It is a reflection of your spirit, ya damned fool!

(Then why have it?)

To reflect upon where you are, who you were born to be and what you were intended to do, hasn't your role in this been as the character of Love.

There is no shame. No murderous war, no genuflect side painted with our fears any longer, but crafted so we're ready to be Love, be reflections of God standing before us, at the altar of our not knowing.

Steady the legs, ladies and gentlemen, our desires have been put before us in that we might choose between them, our own indifference or the better (p)art of our beliefs. And to Life, of which we've little, if any, choice but to get rid of our fear of the unknown and relish in our now.

What's the point otherwise? Isn't it as much our choice if we go to God or Allah or Christ or King or Queen, or if we choose to go to ever-sleep in our beliefs. Who could blame us for being a little ticked off at having been born into this Heavenly Home and at the same time into this great unknowable of unknowns? I mean, there's nary daylight between the two.

Home is Heaven, or at least, I believe it should be. Not nearly a demand, but an expression of the (H)eartH's urgency.

Everything unfolds because it unfolds as was intended and the only way it truly has in its power that of full Love. This life-form of reality just above our beliefs any day of the week, including Sundays, Saturdays, Fridays, Thursdays, Wednesdays, Tuesdays and Mondays! On our on days and off days, on vacation and in our head, and out of our control- Just how indifferent do you imagine the fullness of Love to be?

Our indifference smells to high Heaven as we place more suffering within the hell of our own making... We make ourselves choose the lesser of two evils when we should damn well have our, pardon the expression, asses, focused on what is known more than ever rides within our beliefs, because I believe beyond a shadow of a doubt that we don’t know, as a matter of fact, I haven’t one damn clue! I can guarantee you this fact, I may not know exactly what's going on, but you can bet that whatever it is, it has most certainly come out to dance.

Let's talk of our Love and Home and find the balance and order, the order that we're born to find, that we, too, might be savior.

First we must seek forgiveness, prayers, actions toward our beholden, the Mother and Father eartH, whatever we imagine eartH to be, save for that which is not cherished by love. Then we must save the gift that is the HeartH from our great blindness, both the seeing of our spirits and of the recognition of Home, that spirit then recognizing Home, seeing their Heavenly Home as the one spirit that is Love. Fear can have no harbor, not within Creation's great HeartH, wherever this eartH might, or might not, be.

Who are we to imagine we could affect an outcome to all of this simply from our human spirit if we were not indeed born the children of God. If all of Creation, that which we call God, is fully within the grasp of Love's fullness, doesn't it stand to reason that we human's are meant to love one another and our Home? And why would the creator of all of this have not understood the suffering found in our beliefs, mirrored now in our reality upon the only Home we know?

(Silence…)

Love…

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime