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The Dance is On


The dance is on and I could not be happier, God and Love both are breathing in me as we speak, so I know who I am without remembering it...

The truth in the knowing part is most fervent and resolute that i begin to speak.

(You are speaking, Scribe! If you only "knew"! You're so caught up in both your reality and your belief that they're beginning to resemble one another!)

Then I am reaching a balance within and without...

I don't know anything, I believe...

But I am not belief! I am me! Who I was born to be and if belief (imagined) will marry our reality (the unimaginable we'll live happily ever after at last and everybody and everything has a part to play in the thrilling comedy of Love...)

What you must think of me now when reflected against then? What you must have thought of me then with my face of two sides and my dance of flailing rage? I am not that man any longer, I have been born again through belief...

Belief then is something, eh? Belief has its drawbacks if and when one decides it's time to seek to such depths within themselves, but if used as a guide, it's is essentially what fear is, a guide. It can spin the head around, like just then, or it can call me to rise and begin the process of my prayer. Silent, alive, loving and with a chorus of Laughter!

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime


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