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Unknown In All of It


I am nobody and I need to admit it. Just because I've been granted the honor of dancing with God, doesn't make me better, it makes me weakest of spirit and faith... And, since I am dancing with the God of my belief, not the other way around. If we don't love wouldn't that make the antichrist all of us and God still unknown in all of it. We've been left with little choice but to believe in something since nearly everything else is unknown to us. There is something bound in us, it rivals all of our miniscule thoughts, it's so much deeper than your Heaven and Hell theory, it goes beyond man's grasp, infinite's a long damn time!

Belief is our mistake, we felt it best to lord it over our reality and look where we are now...`

This is not, dear spirits, some mystical joyride...! It's in need of our fullness of Love now, the Love in your belief can wait until she's cleansed of belief's foul use...

Thank you, kind spirit, for printing the words of another from 1916, that seemed, or so I am gathering with them in our dance, to hear it from the horses mouth, so to speak, and it seems most familiar, the spirit has been here before...

Truth, my friend, is not found in our writing belief, it's found in our dreaming reality.

Why imagine someone knew more than the rest of us, that another knew something that the rest of us didn't, why not make it happen if we believe it with the fullness of our love...?

Love, peace and goodness to you, yours and the (H)eartH...

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

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