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As I Have Been


Tonight I scribe as I have been, but in this moment, this now, this prayer, the night surrounds me, the bitter wind its lament and cry the loving spirit flying the birds to the Mother’s affections.

(“The meek shall inherit the eartH”?)

I don’t know, but the truth is now resting inside of my path, my chosen path to salvation, to live, love and laugh! I had to craft this, my belief that I am a son of God and Love. Not the only son, but merely one son of the many sons and daughters of Creation. I could believe no other way, not if I was to reach the arms of Love and God in my dance…

What way would you have had me chisel, up or down? I imagined that I was chiseling my way out of the hell of my own creation, upside down as I was, I had to be making my way up, climbing through the snakes of my conjuring.

We, I believe, can go no other way or be subject to sleep forever in bliss, without pain and remembrance, without thought or Love, save for your spirit, Love’s taken what it needed and now she’s ready for me to soar!

(All are responsible for their deeds and their words, for they both take their toll on the spirit…)

O! Tell me this dream is of my making and I’ll have forgotten everything! I must remember where I've been inside this mind of mine, leased to the highest bidder for too damned long! Boom boom went the wind inside the car, window cracked a hair to let my filth ridden cigarette habit waft high, much like my dance, a fluid, amazing spirit ride. (With my own family, I’m dancing all of the time. I need to dance with them. They know me, through and through, who I was born to be, who I've come to know. We, in my opinion, are most ready to be reborn. Who would blame us? Let’s get to know who we are, the roll we were born to play, before we go handing out God-awful stage directions, this, before our character catches up to who we really are…

I believe we are one connected spirit, we say spirits, with an s, as if we all have a different one, but in truth, I believe we have the same. And if we have the same spirit within us, wouldn't it stand to reason that we are of one origin, long before our loving human mothers, but to the (H)eartH, and to the Heart(H), and to the HeartH of Creation, GodLove, if you will, a union to be celebrated like no other! Life is it! I choose Life, freedom, laughter and Love! Rejoice that my mind may have been jostled a bit too hard, but I am most ready to sing an ode to my Love, she, my wife and the Mother, the Grandmother, the Heart(H) of Creation…

They are one in the same, my spirit and me, the person I was born to be.

The curtain’s been up for awhile now, the veil lifting like the wind, and I've not memorized my lines for the final act before the never-end. Right on cue was the wind, even in the dark, its caress is that of Love. I’m not the person I was, my friends, I’m the man I am born to be. Or so I imagined myself with the lead. I don’t mean that in a selfish way, as a matter of fact it couldn't be. I had little input, not with my bell being rung as it was, or knowledge of what I was getting myself into. Lucky for me I had a lot of time on the stage, front and center, or so I couldn't truly reason why I was there in the first place, but now I see. I am portraying my role for Love’s appreciation, all with my belief’s will. The choice was relatively easy, my friends. Love won hands down from anything that I could possibly ever imagine…

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

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