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Who’s Child Is It


Who’s child is it, neighboring spirit? If it is yours, pray tell how you alone created it?

If you had a partner in your dance, was it you and your partner unaided that conceived the child?

(Two is not being alone, so, no.)

And if you two (alone) did not conceive the child, who and what else is responsible for such a miracle as Life, Laughter and Love? You? You? You? You? You? You? You? Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Everything, the one exactness, Creation, God, all there is to know and even that which, for now, is unknown. Creation lovingly demands it of us.

(It’s possible, who knows, Scribe?)

And if Life, Love and Laughter is indeed the case, there is no need for fear?

(Silence…)

And if we’re all responsible for the life, we’re also held responsible for the destruction of it. We must Love as one, all and everything, in order for us to recover from our fall. Don’t you see? It’s not ours to soil, it’s not ours to own, it’s ours to Love and cherish and worship in our reality, not as mere stepping stone within our belief...

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

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