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The Two Lovebirds and the Dog


The two lovebirds and the dog, sounds like a nice title for a story, eh?

(For a sappy story!)

Perhaps, but I was thinking more along the lines of a story of two angels, lovebirds, and their loving companion, the warmth in what might be an otherwise loveless day.

I’m keeping this going, and my Love has her grasp of me tangled up in her Heart(H) and me tangled up in our hearts my (H)eartH in me…

If I was going to meet the force of darkness in the hell of my making, I thought why can’t I go there purposefully, why wouldn’t I imagine even the darkness as part of the fullness of Love’s purpose?

(Silence and sound, but there I go repeating myself, and the rest that grew out from that are belief, not necessarily reality. See? I don’t pretend to be anything that I can’t myself summon, so why not summon Love? Well in my upside down headed thinking, I came up against a storm of activity, the spirits were in a tizzy, so I thought I might straighten their course toward full Love and leave my fears behind to become one with God. It’s so damned simple it boggles the mind to imagine for yourself what you desire. It is God and Love that own our spirit! Boom boom and a rat a tat that!

(Put a sock in it!)

If you need a sock, why not?

(***)

It is not all my own, at least not anymore in this belief, I have found myself unable to hold a steady hand now for nearly 29 years. Which I'm fortunate enough to actually remember with this jangled up mind. Spirits galore, as far as the spirit can see...


© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

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