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I Must Move On


I must move on, evolve, begin my dance with Love in reality and in prayer. I can assure you, I don't regret it. Whatever makes your heart sing, remember it's every note, for that might just be your individual salvation from the wrath of the Mother.

Is it enough? Has it made its way to us from where we began, the birth molecule fires, and it is in that first moment of breath that we know precisely who and what and where we are...?

When I die it is no different, and even without my head, my spirit still lives beyond it and I'm released into the kingdom of God and Love. Wherever that might be is irrelevant, it's what it is, and what it is has a choke hold on human beliefs!

Love's fortune grabbed a hold of me living, laughing, and loving, I wasn't about to let go.

Careful... Do not try this at home, no one under the age of reason need try, and reason, my friends, is coming around the corner. Bing bang down the alley, zip pop ping down the lane, across the field of new grass, flowers and grains, along with the and wind, and bang bing boom, listen for the thread of Love to come to...


© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime


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