Will/Spirit and the Self/Vessel

1- That they're own experience is their own.

2- That what their individual, the will/spirit and the self/vessel, brings to bear through their own apportionment of the fullness of Love, is on their own belief, it's on them, not on the whole and that goes for every last one of us... Who are we to say what the greatest creature is? We haven't a damn clue...

3- The authority of Jesus AND Celestials? Why stop there, why not make it all of us, all of Creation eternal and not imagine an end that is not yours to imagine unless it's brought forth in actions to match your words...

4- Four's good, save for the insistence of calling God "Father". I say it's less about what we call this thing we're enamored with, and more in remembering that it's really just a belief, but it is the one thing we've all got going for us, creation. We create our belief to match our reality, hell instead of Heaven...

5- The Mother Love never leaves our side and stays nestled inside of us eternally, it's the strongest creature known to man and God, or so i imagine, save for our prideful mumbo jumbo as if we had a clue!

Boom bang and a rat a tat that, have a most loving glance toward that, for I know not what is happening to me, but i am cetain tht what's coming out of me is the truth within my belief. Could it be that simple, please god with our beliefs, one by one, two by two and three and evermore...?

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

sdrawkcaB nruT (Turn Backwards)

I have been witness to the four pillars and see no reason to carry death there. Doesn’t the world know that life moves for more than just the sons of Abraham? O! I see the stunned throats floating by in the dusk to their stiff-limbed sleep as metal rains down over the Jordan’s western prophet, children dying there. I am here, waiting, breathing in the dusk under the shadow of the patriarch, asking, can we again build the shrine inside the soul and leave our flesh to time? © 2008 mrp/thepoetryman

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SKYFALL

Skyfall... We continue to play along with an unnatural game that has serious consequences, soon we'll find ourselves enslaved without recourse to the system. (Is that true of local charades?) Yes. (Why can't we free ourselves from the system?) The madness of money. (It's not money, it's people, right?) It's both, money and us in tandem, thus assuring money's might and our adherance to its loudness. (Madness...) Indeed. © 2017 Mark Richard Prime

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THE ROCK HOLDS

The rock holds the soil in and from the soil springs the tree, the green of LIFE rolling from the blue, rising to the occasion of itself. . “Be!”, the (H)eartH declares, “Be what you are!” . (We thought we were!) . (We think we are!) . “You are, but not freely, therefore, only a thought, and a thought without much thinking, as if you were scared into it.”, the (H)eartH added. . [a quietude begins, the truth being heard and heeded, grooving to the flow] ~ © 2017 Mark Richard Prime

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CONFESSION ZERO

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