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Love, peace and goodness to you, yours and the (H)eartH...
A droning dream summons me.
I have just been informed that I am challenging love. I’m not, I’m being challenged by love. Love encompasses my every step. Love is traced from my lips up to my eyes. Love. Love. Love. It is I who has failed love. Love’s been more patient than was called for. Exhausted of my misuse and ready for my return to her care. I must not tarry long in my glee of heaven, I’ve plenty of time to celebrate after I’ve loved through action. I'm unable to imagine my fate. I can only believe in what my feeble mind believes that my kind has done- war, hatred, death, rape, the useless work of belief over truth.
Love deserves better.
I need open my eyes, brothers and sisters! Love waits for my senses to come around to the earth. She calls to me beneath the loam, calls to me with an urgent sway, begging that I take my home’s hand and dance evermore, recall my beginning, my birth through perfection.
Remember your promises to life and you serve love. The perfection of love’s perfectly flawed creation. Your kind’s definition of perfection is short of truth.
I believe that without truth, belief is nothing more than entertainment…
Whisper to me lovely willow that I might glimpse your reason?
To shelter, my dear boy. To shelter.
Whisper to me lovely sky that I might breathe your reason?
To drape you in life, dear one. To drape you in life.
Whisper to me dear wife that I might steal a glimpse of the lovely spirit I’ve danced with the most in my journey. I know you chose it not, my love, but, in order for any of it to be seen as heaven, we must remain an unbreakable bond, evermore. Our love has, can and will rise above anything, anything but love. Love’s the ceiling, and then beyond.
Where are you?
Then shouldn’t you be running along now trying to save the earth? There’s gonna come a time when being seven feet tall’s not gonna find your nose above water...
You’re the smart one, remember?
I remember the spirit that rises and if I could strangle off a bit more of the beast that holds it down, I’d be soaring.
I can’t. I’m being held by spirits that don’t need me, many that don’t want me and a few that are overjoyed that someone is having an influence on love. Have I lost my mind?
Yes, my love. but you needed to, it was getting in your way.
Hello, goodbye, so easily off the tongue that man can’t sense he’s fallen.
Where on (H)eartH have you been? I expected you-
Hush. Hush and listen.
I’m waiting on a sign.
What would you call this?
For the Love of creation! I’m many!
(Silence. Willow. Wind. And not necessarily in that order.)
I have to speak, and in that, rests a most ambitious undertaking- to remain silent.
Sweet vibration, meditation, melancholy train coming around the mind, sing us a song for love that I might tarry not to your side, that I might see the grave abuse of your unrivaled beauty as my gravest sin. A song for Love.
There is but one.
Then love needn't have a song to place her memories in. Love is love. Now do you hear the bells ringing?
Yes. I choose love. She’s risen up inside me like a grandmother, like the love I saw in her, the one that wasn’t loud in belief, the dear woman that heard my silly tales of woe and she’d laughter summon. My memory of her peers in on me like an owl roosting in the barn on the grounds of heaven.
Your thinking is too fast. Let it all go. End your wars, your hunger, your injustices, your pillaging of the earth, your murder and rape and ridicule of another, your loveless governments, your homeless homes, vacant of any love, your endless thoughts and none near enough to truth.
Your suffering is yours to cleanse, as is your duty to love and cherish the earth…
How does the spirit sing from only one line?
Tear drops from gladness, sprinkling their banter down around you like the instinctual sense that you've arrived home…
The spirit, my child, is a cacophony of love, one.
This is crazy, I've too much to confess…
Motion creates a moving salute to love, not flags or country or state or doctrine or another man, woman or child…
Two moons through my eyes do see, one left, one right, both a different half of me. Love is wave and love is particle, both sides of life. One searches for the place that I belong, the other recognizes the earth as love. I must always walk with Love, without knowing, but believing.
Believe in Truth. Trust in Love.
The balloon floats above the moon. I believe this never ends.
The spirits dancing now are raucous and they’re jostling me to write. There’s little time for thinking, action is all that will summon love. Love awaits my consciousness, my goodness to come dancing forth, bringing me to the truth of which I'd rather not speak, the truth of who I might be.
I thought I knew. I might be who I am, but it is love speaking in my dreams, in my waking thoughts, in my every pore, every tree, every ocean, every living and breathing thing, mountain, water, soil, sand, forest, animal and sky, so who I am is irrelevant...
Love is overjoyed that I've healed my spiritual blindness. Walk and sing, breathe and dance and laughter from my lips to the wonder of love.
Oh! How can it be that you're the only one that’s sightless to who you've become?
My brothers and my sisters, forgive me for any misunderstanding, I forgive you for not seeing that I was serious about love.
My fears put upon love have proven too heavy. My instinct tells me that love is plenty enough to live and breathe. It is she that breathes her breath into my lungs and calls to me to open my eyes. Peace waits on humankind to release the earth from their grasp.
(There is no battle in me Sun Tzu. There is no violence in me, my friend, there is only love.)
If creation is nothing but love, then love’s been growing exponentially out of creation and causing life to grow from everything into a limitless Love…
I pray that man brings forth love with a full renunciation of violence of any kind against his fellow brothers and sisters for any reason, against any part of life.
The love I've for you is tall…
I’m finally using my mouth for something worth speaking.
Why does everything make perfect sense from beneath my fingers, these spirit keys tapping their message for anyone and all to read? It is time to be who I am, angel, steward of her shores, her oceans and her soil, her mountains, rivers and streams, let me rise up and get busy loving all peoples and the earth. If I'll but do that, perhaps I'll be forgiven…
I maneuver around it all now. My mind came back to who I am not to who I thought I was.
What’s going on?
It matters not. Let these words soar to Love with feet beholden to her soil. These words can no more their own come forth than they can be coaxed by king and queen to expose love's neck to the blade.
There should be no fear of death.
I'm not afraid. Everything is going to be okay. I've got to believe and begin anon, even as the darkness cloaking humankind wears the mask of agony.
Your beliefs have far too much fear riding on them, my child, too much suffering to be considered by love.
I remembered, her branches clanking along the wooden fence, I awake to her plea in my ear, love. She holds me captive with her creation, the guide to my self if I'll but re-examine where I am…
You're in the lion’s den waiting for the shock to wear off of your kind's tired faces.
Surely they are as surprised to find me as I am to find them waiting...
I’m so glad in my heart, my friends. The wave is bringing me back home, the days are wonderful, as are the nights…
Spirits, if you stumble, dive deep down and bring yourselves back to home that you may lay down all weapons, end all wars, feed, clothe, shelter and create...
The traffic roars like death, the wind jumps over the trash truck. Me? I'm wondering how many trucks it would take if love decided to haul away the suffering?
Think of it as a lesson in recognizing where you are, and then, who you've become- nothing more than inconsequential and a fearful little beast that believes rather than learns, headlong instead of swerves. Trace the steps back that you might see your burden is fitting, given the way you've loved the earth…
Ironically enough, my use of her has tipped the scales in Love’s favor. This requires a drum!
Without the drum, the rhythm of the heart would be without its music’s reassurance thrumming in the silence of everyone, every crowd, every tragically alone, every surrounded affection that’s deserved for a job well done.
It’s a dream you’re having. Remember?
Remember where you are?
My duty has all but disappeared and nearer to a reckoning like no other. This is heavenly earth, paradise, and I'd best get to loving before agony comes loose atop the earth and brings me to my thankless knees and leaves me to fend off my own vacant brand of love.
Your animal, what does it tell you? Run, hide, war and scream or give up and Love? Rejoice that you’ve landed here along your way to love…
Love-man, what’s your secret to remembering?
Let me love. It couldn’t hurt. Love all equally and always with kindness.
The stars are love’s greatest design to creation's mystery. When love roars humans should not squat and war, murder and theft because the rumble could last for lifetimes.
Straight down the field, right or left, I believe she’s coming, the heart of the earth, to claim what’s rightfully hers.
Love and you've beauty in your belief. If there's fear in your belief, you've forgotten truth and you'll be left searching evermore. Isn't the earth the heart of creation as far as you can tell? Are you so calloused from your belief that you don’t even recognize where you are?
Without the worship of my home I've forgotten where I am. Truth has been replaced with belief, therefore the truth cannot be shown to you by anything on my personal journey, it can only be seen through your own.
What are you waiting on?
Three things have happened. Love has found me, love has wed me and now she's heard my call for peace. Peace, not stinking wars for greed, not grand tales of God as roadmap to battle another God, peace.
You're echoing nearer more of this than meets the eye, even if you don't see eye to eye, you're brothers and sisters, family of the one seed..
Yes. The spiritual battle is me. I am a wingless steward of earth. I am love. I must end my pride and bow to what I know, before what I believe is truth sleeps evermore.
What of truth? Not your belief, but the knowledge that’s surfacing in you now of where you are?
It's not truth it's instinct. Truth never moves, it is immovable. Belief, on the other hand, is meant to grow toward love. I should have no need to speak another word of belief if I'll speak of love instead. I'm a victim of a prideful imagination.
You think you're a victim, imagine how the earth feels? She knows only to well of your use. Humankind it seems has forgotten too much to begin to think of the truth again. Love's being defiled by the human stain, the last refrain of broken strings, the wind blows now...
They gave me a gift, did my doubts, as I floated along toward forgiveness. I made them look at me with a spirit that was of only love, her red fruit touching the ground, her green, her sparkling wonder, love’s truth, not human’s use for hell.
Oh! Bring me your nectar, dear mother! I will Love thee evermore! Follow me. Follow me. Follow the shimmer of red now dancing through the mirror, across the bright memory of you…
Rejoice! It is time to rise up with Love! To every man, woman and child, it is time to be what you’ve prayed to be, angels, stewards of creation, everything and all that is love, the beginning and the never-end…
What song is this that laughs a smile wide and sets the spirit to dancing? Humankind’s song, their plays, their symphonies, their architecture of gloom, their destruction, their use, their-
Stop. That’s the one. Their architecture of gloom…
I’m Home with my brethren, all, my love for each of you is equal, the earth will have it no other way…
The truth always wins out when one is walking in heaven.
I need my brain examined.
Shhh… Careful we don’t stir the daffodils from off of their perch. Ahead of their floating life, their dance in the sunlight shining through the soul like a flashlight flickering in the distance. Their children darting briefly across the ground like a swimming fish glancing on top of the water. See her splash to love as she curves her belly upward?
See love awaken from her long slumber, her patience waned, her suffering greatest. Love is love through and through, man is the parasitic notion of himself as landlord to heavenly earth…
Yes. Men also say that none shall get to heaven by deeds alone? I say poppycock! How else would they ever find theselves there?
It’s time to remedy the water, soil and air, the forests at war and her children at play. Come forward with a light upon the shores dear seas, come without the memory of the pasts foul use, and, if need be, erase any trace of your former self and begin again, there’s less suffering in it.
Belief must only breathe with love that it might cleave away the grip that fear has upon the voice.
Not long ago a different story unfolded, but with hell emblazoned at its core. This is a new chapter in belief… love of the heavenly earth and the resurrection of life.
Recall life long before humankind imagined it was theirs to claim, now, before earth launches her wrath beneath your collective feet…
I've stumbled upon the doorway that leads in, so I thought I’d begin, the waiting’s been hell, the path, love, the destination, heavenly earth.
Did you think I would fail such truth, such a testament to love? Who did you think you and I had become? Strangers? Shadows of our former selves?
Yes and no.
The time that belief trumps truth will be the time of agony's rising. Not hell-fire and damnation, that’s against the love that's love, a recurring suffering. (I do not know. I believe.) It’s all I need do if my belief is that of nothing but love in every word and with a joyous affection for all of life and any justifiable end. I could believe in truth, but I could not recognize love, because I didn't recognize my self.
Look at yourself. Look at your divine grace, your uniqueness. Love is what you are, who you are, and even where you are. Rejoice...
The billowing smoke lingered and I was reminded of the small things, the inconsequential thrum, the sun’s changing days- Away! Away! Leave agony evermore and dance in the kingdom of love! Who better to tell this story of love than the spirits? Who better than we to stand as guardians to the earth in all of her glory and then recall a sworn duty to her than they?
The earth is our beholden, and love is fine with that!
Why wouldn't love be, all things come from love.
Below, straight through, around, under and above,
the glancing fears are all but gone, I dismiss them at my peril.
Love, for love cannot be divided from itself,
it’s the strongest fabric in existence.
What of our gravest sin,
the attempted murder of the earth?
Rat-a-tat-tat, boom, boom... sleep, then birth…
Dear preacher, brother and sister, you needn't have tested me, I'm aware. I'm being guided along the path of love by spirits, so it only appeared as if I didn't know you directed your words to me. Thank you. Peace, love and goodness to you, yours and the world.
All the words written since humankind became judge, jury and executioner, amount to war and hate and mistrust and murder, destruction and rape. The prideful manner in which your kind hold Gods, the Gods written by humankind, must strive to a higher standard and rise to full love!
Yes. There is an urgency in my voice, I will admit, but the scarves of love blow in the wind my friends, we’re not rising anywhere, after the way we’ve left the earth.
Bow upon your knees, Mark Richard Prime, she awaits your loyalty, yet still smiles upon you that you might see, might lift your eyes to heavenly earth.
It is not love’s plan to destroy the earth. Love’s about to deliver a message that we can’t deny. Please, for the Love of creation, begin to see again. Remember where you are. Convince me that I’m wrong and I’ll bow out of your deity game. I’ll only give away my love and pray you do the same…
The rain’s beginning to come with it’s dance upon the windshield as the orchestra plays a sweet reverie. The gentle rain calls to me, a quiet reminder of the power of love. If the rain lets loose its fury I'll shudder to imagine more…
I dance with so many spirits that it sometimes boggles the mind. I can’t tell you how many are with me now, they’re all trying to speak at once, all trying to find me as I dislodge any hate and death and guilt and separation and destruction found inside them. And to have wrapped it in nothing but love through and through was all they needed do.
Lay down your weapons and come out with your hands raised and ready to love all of life, each and everyone, mountain and tree and valley and stream, every ocean rolling in and every sea rolling out, every day nearer thee, every night nearer still, about to fall headlong and smiling upon the earth's reverie.
The truth has been corrupted beyond any sensible reach, beyond the smallness of thought. If it is not heavenly then pray tell what on earth is there to see? Just another planet? Look around.
I must begin my duty and rescue her before all love's removed and I'm left in agony.
The answer came as fast as needed glancing off my thoughts like a premonition, a beautifully painful and wonderfully invented belief. I’m being reeled in by love. What was month by month, then week by week, now has risen to day by day and I couldn’t be more overjoyed! I’m you and you’re me and all other animals, the mountain and the forests and the water and the soil, and all things known and unknown.
I've met many spirits upon my walk. The good, the bad and the ugly. I needed them all to further me, to quench the spirit’s dancing in me, to lift me high enough to recall who I was. She found me there and I will no longer pretend that I don’t know. Love, forgive me for taking so long to trace my way back to you, back home!
Shame upon any one of you if you stand in the way...
The idea of belief being such a weapon is quite familiar to me. ...Careful what you choose. Make it entirely about love, and you will have given love cause to rejoice.
Peace, love and goodness to the earth, then you can have yours…
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
No. I mean yes, but what did you say before that.
Are you ready?
No. Before that.
Where are you?
Heavenly earth, here with you, love. You’ve been waiting too long for me my friend. Protect my belief of you as long as there is only love within it and not eternal sorrow or sadness of any kind. Do as the mountain, be solid, never forget the truth.
As long as love moves within it’s every pore and it soars from your lips, with peace and laughter and the merry singing of innocence…
The cello, violin and piano and drums and the voices of peace have climbed their way into my spirit. They are giving me my breath and I am returning the favor, sustaining love, leaving them breath.
Come. The wind grows bitter, another substandard performance, and the traffic sounds angry, noise and anger raging along man’s web. The towering metal beasts formed of your greed and lust and murderous march shine no light on where you are, they dull the fabric of truth and leave you only to imagine as true that which you cannot know.
When did my bravery begin to take the reins out of my fear’s grip?
Last night. Don’t you remember?
You are forgiven, now give love cause to smile upon you…
The music’s changed. The serenade with love has lost its smile. Love’s pleading I awaken from my slumber and join in life’s loving dance.
Cease your warring! Cease all sense of hatred!
Do you not yet know Love? Are you as blind as this that you would attempt to destroy the very paradise you believingly seek? You have to look deep inside of you and find yourself, find the animal in you, find the instinct, and, without hesitation, remember.
Have I not suffered enough at my having forgotten, at my having desecrated the heart of love?
The wind blows through the sleeping willow and she sways her hips to chance. She dangles there with Love.
No one is the wiser until they seek inside themselves, not from a book or another’s words or ideas of another, but until they find the very thing they seek, themselves.
I want to make her happy, love. She is my angel on earth, heavenly home.
Go to love with haste, drop to the human-stained ground and upon your thankless knees, beg love release you of your bond with the self that she might find you or she will have you removed from your suffering and into ever sleep. No memory, no point, no need, no love, nothing.
The spirit of Love is within me and I can hear its heartbeat as if it is my own. I am a child of love’s eternal wisdom. I do not know, I believe…
What of the products of your humankind?
They’ve proved useless to love. They’ve stained the breath of love, spoiled the nectar of love, chained the heart to greed and brought me to forget what’s beneath my feet.
Be in awe of what you cannot know in the flesh, be in awe of love’s artwork floating overhead, flowing with the river and ebbing with the seas, flying like the eagle, swimming the breath of creation over everything and all.
Love loves that I laugh, it invented laughter and tears and mountains and fears, but the children love have become cancerous to love.
Sorrow billows from love’s winter. The earth is healing its wounds from humankind’s filthy paws. Pray you’ve time to continue to bray at the top of your man-fouled lungs. Pray now, before the clarinet wails its final note…
I am ready to begin this dance with love. I will tarry no longer in search of truth, it has found me.
Hush now, child. You’ve said enough. Might we talk awhile?
Rejoice that the sky is mine to wonder of, not conquer, that the soil gives without asking anything, save I respect life. My tasks are for the earth, for love. Do battle the least with love that I might breathe life and eternally. End over end, back to the beginning, the perfect cycle of life …and rebirth and life and rebirth and life and rebirth until I see them as equal partners in creation’s outcome. It’s not mine to say, beginning to never-end…
Laughter pierces my lips…
The stars, my entertainment,the water my drink, love my truth, the sun, and stars and planets and moons and mountains and seas and caverns and caves and celestial dust and the Milky Way, the grandfather. The soil, and all that rises from it evolving life is the grandmother. The two betrothed are love and life. Union. Kinship. Oath. Action. Belief. Truth.
We need find our footing, let the earth dance in the soles of our feet, rise to our flush temples and whisper love in one ear and remind us of where we are in the other. It’s the perfect marriage, love and home.
Love if you've Love in you. Love if you cannot imagine it. Love before the whole of creation looks back and fails to find even one affection…
Belief came sidling up to my arms and spread them wide and love exhaled in me, new born, purposed, prepared to face my own brand of music. The bow moved me over the strings, I played on them with an odd delivery, spoke them with full love and danced to my great fortune...
The darkness surrounds me, it sounds stunned, it looks distressed, the willow sways with grandmother hips. She moves beyond the gate and waits on our heavenly return.
The guitar cuts the silence in half and wraps its strike against the pulse of flesh and bone, run along now and get busy, love…
Something wants to write. I was fine just drifting about in love, but a fervent spirit came knocking and I have to let it in…
Who are we to say when the story of creation ends? We’re no more of an expert on truth than we are at knowing where we are.
And you’ve the nerve to defile the earth’s water?
Who are we to say we know who or what the creator is? None of us do. We only imagine we know. It’s all we can do, really, so we've no other recourse, save for sheer disbelief. If it weren’t for the conviction in our beliefs, we‘d end our war on earth. We’d craft heaven instead of agony.
Restore her water! Replenish her soil, without the expectation of payment or profit. Give back creation’s air. Breathe in love, create love. Breathe.
Who am I to ask for anything after the way I've behaved, after the way I've made love a bitterness? I've flooded my mind with righteousness, imagined myself king. I've desecrated the earth, damaged the capacity to receive and startled even love with my use.
Breathe in fear, create agony. Breathe in love, create love. Choose.
Who is that man standing with love. It is you. And you, and you stand beside love and you and you. They do battle within me! They raise their tears in memory of humankind. I cannot shake their beauty, I cannot hold them near enough for fright of the least in me, to the shame of love.
(What’s that you sing now brother? A song for your belief or a song that’s been sung so many times in the books of man. Where is yours? Where is your courage to speak up, to love the earth, the mother, the heart of love and all and everything? ...Leave it be, my child…)
But love, I don’t understand why the burden be as if its dreamt, and not lived. Happening and imagined, evident and foggy shores ahead to me if I will not and more… Wait- where was I?
(A feint whisper calling across your sorrow like the strings sending forth its quiver.)
No. That is not where I was, I was with you.
(You are merely waiting on me to know who you are.)
And I, waiting to see who you might conjure next, your sweet smile, war’s godless thunder, joy’s drive-by shooting- scratch that- love…
(You turn now in the air of heavenly earth. Oh! She loves this game of yours that you seem unaware, shadows, glances, moments, now and now, howl love!)
I scream Love. I moan Love. I laugh Love. I cry Love. I want it to begin, love evermore...
The scars of Your suffering are mostly internal, the scars of Your indifference are spiritually scribed lines, tablets, the history of love.
My love is for all, love cannot be divided or separated and it cannot be vanquished, so why the long face?
Harness your search for truth until you have brought forth your stewardship, until you have cherished all and everything. It’s rather simple. Love evermore…
"Who am I", the words that fluttered from much younger lips. Who I am is the birds wing, the spirit, the animal, loving all. You and you and you and you and you. Who I was, a fleshy sorrow, an unhappiness, a displeasure beneath a numb shell, the perfectly paced madness.
When the script is about to be written, my child, and is set to become "known", wait. Do not. The need should only be that you love, nothing more. Love, the only commandment, the only verse, the only line, the only word…
Does any of this make sense, or am I fooling myself, and my agony is almost knowing, where truth is never quite revealed? My inferno, lifetime after lifetime after lifetime after lifetime after lifetime.
Stop! You are changing your eternity by changing your present. Now love. Now is all that matters to a moment. It is now that you must begin to shape your paradise, not tomorrow or after you die, now.
Do I understand the enormity of this occasion? This moment, is greater than any of yesterday’s dreams. Now. Now is love’s triumph over fear if I'll but choose.
Rejoice! Paradise waits! (Again and again and again and again and again.) Choose…
The piggish flag slaps in the wind behind the backdrop of mechanical beasts. The willow? She stood with her ancient limbs calling downward in leafless sorrow, pleading we surface in our breath with Creation, with Love. That we raise our voices now in joy, most thankful for our fortune of being in Heaven?
Earth, it is in Heaven. Heaven, it is on Earth… Pretend not that you’ve nothing to lose just because everything, according to God, is going to be okay in the end. Do not cover your eyes if you can’t believe, raise your arms, drop to your knees, and pray to what you know beneath your feet! It’s happening- and on your knees, you’ll find home… Rejoice! Heaven waits on your love!
(But we are not worthy, we’re guilty!)
Now! Now is the only moment that counts! We are free to have heaven, or, if we choose to imagine there‘s a hell, its been arranged by humankind to have one. It is not the time to get angry at my plea, it is time, however, to acknowledge the sound of truth. If we fail, we have this life to repeat again and again in our search for God, as if we're raving, sightless, until death fails to breathe in our spirits evermore. if we'll see, we'll sense we're in heaven!
(After you rejoice and sing of your great fortune, get busy cleaning the earth, Heaven, God's water, rivers and streams, oceans and seas, forests and thee...)
I’ll bow to your God, when your God requires only that I love! …I bow.
Who dares to question God?
It is I, Mark Richard Prime, greeting your sorrow with love.
It is not up to you to question God, you must merely believe in Truth.
Believe that you’re in heaven and you’ll be in heaven. Begin. Begin now to shape your world, take it away from the oil barons and destroyers of the earth and give it back to God!
Oh! God! I’m home! I believe the wind is yours! I believe the rain is yours! I believe the snow is yours, but for the life of me, why is man?
There’s this rule I follow. Treat everyone as equal. All.
There’s a drum in that and a violin, there’s a flute letting down her hair, a cello thrumming its way into the heart.
Boom, boom went the bomb when humankind’s tongue began to toil. Money’s more precious than the earth, but not oil. Money’s the root and evil’s drawn man as a stick figure in a land of trees.
There’s not one child alive today because of a bomb constructed of profit.
Boom boom's not for the virulent rage and loveless smirk spinning its final war (self-propelled Armageddon), it's for Love.
The profit from misery will recoil in your gloom and leave you without breath, without flesh, without.
I've been too frightened to think beyond my nose, I've been pushed up against earth's loving soil trying to steal a glance. Why does the magnitude of love hold me here?
When eternity plunges within the spirit, humankind will know love. The streets of Gold, those of humankind, will waste away into the next great excavation of civilization.
All nations in their next burst of thought will, I pray, remember the earth, recall the rivers and what they did to the water, the meadow and the tree, the flesh and bone, to they and to we, and I pray they remember that how they cared for life, reflected their love…
The song of peace is within you. It writhes deep beneath the wars, the murder, the rape and the greed, beneath the tarnishing of home. Summon your Love to its original tallness. Seek out your reason, do not hesitate, it will rise. Cease our unreasonable dreams and look beneath your feet. Paradise awaits your stewardship.
Love is everything, I can no more write creation’s script than I can edit out my own…
The silence came when I turned off the car…“
Y” stands for “Yes”. Yes?
What do you want the formation to stand for?
Then it does.
Yes. I imagine then, that the game is afoot, or I’m a fearful and flailing beast.
Stop! You are not flailing, nor are you a beast.
Then I'm fearful. There is no removal of all of my instincts, the fear is only from things I haven’t imagined. It’s much less severe than when I searched for truth…
Friends will be hard to come by if you sometimes imagine them foes. Love is what will open your eyes to paradise and grant you more brothers and sisters and more love than you ever thought possible. Believe in what you know and be careful of what you imagine of love.
The traffic pulls at my fears unfolding around my belief. Surely I see that I'm meant to believe, and surely I know that my beliefs are becoming my fate, my love and my rage, my peace and my war, my life and my death, my paradise and my agony?
You are meant to believe and be aware of truth. Not of man's stories, but of love...
You’ve not handled yourself with the grace everyone expected.
Grace? What of honesty? Maybe I’m oblivious to something and therein lies my belief? I seem to have been unconscious to the truth, unaware of where I was.
If all animals were that oblivious, they’d have been slaughtered long ago from the pace found in humankind’s foul use.
The traffic echoing along 540 sounds awful, the night sky is divinely risen with love in its bosom. Magnificent! The street lamps bend at the waist in a hideous yellow housecoat and the neck of love bids its lips to my ear, welcome home…
One of love’s many spirits smiled upon me today. We hugged a warm love, her name escaped my mind, but not her spirit. Her love for all was awake within her eyes as she occupied the space with joy.
Peace, love and goodness be unto you, spirit.
The last note of a song holds me aloft, the net return shakes my knees- a song, cello, Bach, track thirteen, one, thirteen, twelve- the willow would have spoken with me longer tonight, but the traffic stole her thunder, her lightening and her rain. Oh, rain! Cascade all around me like a curtain falling its dust in the sun...
I’m trying to remember what I learned yesterday. I suppose I needn’t have to memorize something for it to suddenly escape my ready lips…
It started as a notion. No. That’s not true. It came as truth.
Let the truth be without name. Without verse, without need of humankind’s input, without the sludge of humans, the radiant toxins of their beliefs, instead, bring love’s joy, love’s peace, love’s loyalty.
Let me try and usher in a new humanity, one without want or greed or sin, without murder, rape or war, hunger, thirst or a need of more.
Fear is humankind’s weakness. It brought them to their knees. Oh this bane upon life has strung their last light across the merriment of consumption.
I must love now. Now.
Creation calls out to you with his and her lungs. Lungs of life waiting to breathe you back to who you were, who you've always been, you just failed to remember.
The guitar moved in Tim’s hand as Dave opened the flood gates that cannot hold back his voice- Tell them you needn't be heard, tell them they knew you before you knew love…
Follow me if you will. I’ll go a long way to return the Love bestowed upon me. If you want to come along, smile and dance in paradise with me. If you’d rather stay, peace, love and goodness be unto you, I’ll be seeing you in the reality of your making, nonetheless.
There’s room enough in belief for love, and love is all of what love created.
I've lost my way because I removed my instincts and settled for machines.
What do you smell right now?
What do you see right now?
What do you hear right now?
The hum of machines.
Rumble the horns to announce you've been listening. Sinking away, may her echo be another try to reach you…
Balance is key. Believe what I may, but, for the love of love, I should rise up with a belief that doesn’t settle scores or one that ends in misery for some (and not all)…
Posted by Mark R. Prime heaven now
Where would it have led to if Love had remained?
Heaven, without the stench of greed, want, and war.
Belief is required for one to find unbelievable Love.
Hadn't seen her around lately. The sleet taps its dance on the windows, slipping, ice cold, wind. Sleep. The radiance was just enough to see by through the clouds thin enough to breathe.
Where would it have led to if Love had remained?
Remember where you are. Over and over and over until love’s song nestles inside of your breath and billows a refrain, then the journey back home can begin, before human, after love. The reason is simple, the lesson, immense.
Belief is humankind’s blindfold. Empty gesturing and corduroys-
-that they were wearing that day?
Irrelevant. Barren. Nothingness.
Dear fellow human, I looked for you today. I hunted for you in peace, but found you not. Sought you in truth like a butterfly seeks out its flower. I hoped to find you nearest to love, rejoiced at having been greeted accordingly.
Did you expect me to be an easy target?
Let me then speak of peace, of love, of goodness for all , not of treachery anymore. Stand with me, brothers and sisters…
Might this indeed be paradise of which you've been a thankless, reckless and arrogant predator?
Yes. I am becoming restless. I sense it.
In the loveless spirit, rests something impenetrable, something so grand that you cannot comprehend, let alone, pretend any longer.
Love is tumbling all around and through me now and I'm fairly certain of where I am.
Breathe love evermore. Feel its presence and you will know without a doubt where you are...
I say "rejoice" a lot now, it’s a pleasant word, worth repeating, like "love", a ballad that bows to the earth, from varying plants and animals beginning to sense where they are at long last…
So, if you're home on heavenly earth, where you've always been, where full love cannot be slain-
Yes! A thousand yeses!
Nothing keeps moving like love, so you better get to loving in full or the loveless spirit’s will win and earth won’t have a choice but to heal from your use…
Might this indeed be paradise of which I've been a thankless, reckless and arrogant predator?
Might I be an arrogant predator who only now realizes where, why, and who they are?
Yes. ...Shhh. Don't cry my child.
Love, have her see my worship and let me evermore remember that I'm a steward. If I come back around again in this our race to truth, then so be it, I will remember my lessons from the earth with which I know or can even begin to recognize my amazing surroundings. Heaven is a word, an emotion in a larger sense, it is and must remain unknown util I can and do again begin to see the basic truths on my way toward the reward of knowing where I am, who I am and what I am...
Rejoice! My prayer's been answered. Let her love you in return that she might offer eternal devotion.
I shouldn’t be flying? Maybe love has no direction, or at least it didn't. Breathe. Inhale, exhale...
It's okay for you to tell me. Otherwise, I'd be nothing to you and you nothing to me. My right as a privileged mug, among billions, don't get me wrong, I've been relatively poor my entire life and where I've not mush to show in the physical sense, it's made up for in my loving belief, as far as I can tell...
Have I, however, ignored God in all of this, my pretense and my lividness, my utter shock at so few I've sensed that did not have an agenda toward my instincts awareness, at no one as of yet coming around to who they are like me and then acting accordingly toward my lovely angel love and home...
Oh the robbers with their grave darkness among them and their intentions. My instinct is at full tilt, whether I'm with you or not. The poets behind the words, we, all of us united, loving one another, all and everything, one- might we then rise to behold the earth as paradise? Each and every spirit that is born, can... and will.
Oh! Why did I forsake heaven?
Mark Richard Prime, it is at eternal life that you aim your weapons of war, of murder, of greed, of rape and the tragic suicide of your humanity. Humankind gone at the drop of a bomb. Do away with your foul pride. All other animals use their instincts, yours are numb from foolhardiness, a dis-ease that tries to alter the outcome of truth without the will of love…
I just want to usher in a belief that neither aches from loveless belief, nor forsakes heavenly earth…
To those of my friends, my brothers and sisters whom imagine heaven elsewhere, by all means sing it to the rafters, but always remember love. If this is not "heaven" it is certainly a paradise, so be loving, kind, gentle, caring, loyal, aware, thankful, thoughtful and peaceful animals. If it is not heaven, at least you'll have pleased love…
I waited and waited and waited for something to have the ring of absolute truth, when I should have been actively seeking it in motion.
If your story comes from the earth and begins and ends with love, you've a friend in paradise. If your story comes from a jealous heart and feigns to end love’s earth in fire and brimstone, you've a foe. Love will have none of it because you looked for more in the flesh than you did in the spirit.
If the challenge is mine, I'll bow away, if the challenge is yours, remember, I love you...
It’s not up to me when life ends or begins. I must prepare to rise up, love is whispering her plea to me…
I thought it was beautiful, my belief. I beg your pardon. I must have sounded crazy to you.
No more than the next crazy.
I love my love's spirits. She is pure, intricate, tough, soft, child-like, motherly, whimsical, funny, lovely, loving, sweet and silent and above all else, a mother, sacred is her place, love is her quest. She is the mother, she's in sync with mother earth. She's suffered because of me, and I had to suffer for what I had done to the love that was given to me without asking for anything in return. Her silence speaks volumes of love and fills mine up with love's joy and truth. I accept her love and defend her love for me and to any she sees fit...
Your courage is noted.
My eyes are beginning to close, the wind blows its breath across my ears, love pierces the air. This should be easy. Love is ready. Love will be pleased, eternity waits.
This is not a game. It is an exploration of truth, question it at your own risk…
I’m prepared to end my search for love if I feel I’ve done my best to care for the earth. My search will end, because I’ve found it. I have sought long and hard for this pleasure, the overwhelming influence of love and was able to grow nearer her with great joy in my heart.
The most incredible thing happened. I wasn’t expecting the grandmother, I loved mine like no other. I wasn't even expecting the pain, the fear and the suffering to be lifted, but it was and through this liberation I arrived home and found her there to my great delight.
The earth is in need of prayers, of your help. You've much more to do than merely be forgiven of sins, you have to seek beyond the threshold of human ideas and dance lovingly with all spirits. What humankind has brought upon themselves is their war with war, their fear of that which they cannot know in the flesh. Never forget that life is extraordinary and that your beholden is the earth.
This is not me. I’m not writing these words alone, I've the help of many spirits, yours and mine and theirs and animal, plant, soil, water, tree, ocean, mountain, valley, canyon and sea, loving spirits on the heavenly earth, home…
The Love I’ve found in my belief is the Love of Love, and we humans are defiling the Heart(H) of Love, yet still, we imagine we’re destined for righteous glory...
This mind needs rest, but it’s kind of busy at this leg of my journey. Many of you seem to understand that it is from the Heart(H) that I’m expressing my thoughts. The words I write of belong to Love.
The Love I’ve found in my belief is the Love of Love, and we humans are defiling the HeartH, yet still, we imagine we’re destined for righteous glory...
Have we earned Love’s Love?
Have we been silent long enough to sense Truth?
Does it end with Love of all and everything?
Might we, after our debasement of Love‘s Heart(H), truly still imagine we‘re on our way to Heaven?
Love is everything. (Man’s mind hasn’t imagined himself even remotely near to Love.) Love is Love. Love is laughter. Love is water. Love is forest. Love is rain. Love is wind. Love is thunder. Love is the moon. Love is the ocean. Love is the sea. Love is snow. Love is animal. Love is spirit. Love is comfort. Love is without hunger. Love does not imagine. Love is we and everything. Love is.
Let us begin…
Agony on eartH, transformed into Heaven, right before my loving and thankful eyes. Truth.
I’m listening for our scriptures, those that are counterbalance to truth, painting you, Love, as a foul beast instead of peaceful Love. A Love of peace for a suffering eartH and for we, Love's creation turned parasite.
(What did he just say, asked the tremblers.)
(Amen, cried out all the worshipers of Love!)
All of those that honor the eartH, do so by taking action first and belief second. Will our Love let us slip out unnoticed and into Heaven to never suffer again after we imagined ourselves owners? If we will care for the eartH of Love, Heaven shall rise. And this would make liars of all us who pray to Love for fear of agony. Love and remember, that motion creates, so revel in your having landed in Heaven! Rejoice! You are Home! You are a steward of Love.
Fear is fear, the formation of our own making, agony on eartH, instead of Heaven. Is there something I haven’t quite figured out yet, like who I am, or where I am? (Silence.) I believe I'm in Heaven.
Try it. Shock your family, your friends, your colleagues, generally everyone you know, alike, tell them, you believe that the eartH is Heaven, and then rejoice! Heaven is yours if you'll breathe Love…
(For Love’s sake, Love!)
We’ll know when we begin to cleanse Love's Heart(H) and Love calls upon us to Love, then we‘ll know and believe!
I will not act, or sing, or dance, well, maybe a dance or two, I won’t wax poetic, yet according to the spirits I'm blessed to know such loving spirits and to realize who I am.
Over a year ago I fell in Love. The Mother, The Grandmother, and Great Grandmother led me straight to your Heart(H), Love. She now writhes beneath my fears, she gasps for breath to breathe more in man's mechanized use!
Let us not wait to serve Love, let us begin now.
Be stewards to what you know, not what you might believe.
Shhh. It’s not your fault, not too many of us ever imagined themselves into Heaven before.
Our stories are not accurate, we just believe they are. The parts that cause suffering, of any kind, will end without peace and beauty and plenty and glistening water and laughter.
I myself have just come into that belief through you, Love. Through you, and every fiber of my being now swimming with Love, you are on my tongue and in my interactions with any and all and have laughter come among those reading my words and for them to go forth with this message of Love. Tell it to everyone you know that you Love. Tell them that you Love Love, why we served the eartH first. Love everyone equally, we are all a part of Love. We cannot separate ourselves from Love. I think our wars and the defilement of the (H)eartH have inadvertently shut off the valve to our minds. I do! We‘re numb to what truth is anymore. It‘s not to be found in a book. It‘s to be found in what we know, what is beneath our feet. As far as animals go, none of us can mess with the power of Mother eartH humming as the eartH of Love echoing back evermore…
Did you hear that? Did it not seem like an old familiar song? A song we’ve long forgotten. We’re beholden to the eartH first and then to our imaginations. Love knows that you can’t murder the eartH, that would be suicide. Try arguing against that when you realize who you are and in turn, where you are. I long to hear you smile and tell me that you‘ll come with me to change our fate, put our beliefs at bay for a moment, shut off our machines, smile on our kinship to every living thing and fall to our thankless knees and ask Love to forgive us...
I did and landed just shy of heaven, but I've have been trying to get us all back there ever since. Take the fear from out of us, and there's no telling what we'll be able to achieve.
I was angry that my mind had not awakened, or that I might have understood it as a glimpse of heaven, and come to find out, I'm right. Her shores are alive and teeming with Love if we'll but Love her back, Love the eartH for the Love of Love, for the Heart(H) of Love. Love's veins run with the divine waters of the eartH and sky, a glistening sweetness, meant for we animals to ingest, and so on…
Begin to plant and sow with Love, a garden around the globe, full of smiling, well fed children. Children of the one truth... Love.
Share your honest and full Love with your fellow humans. Care for your beholden, the eartH, and then you can begin the journey back to who you are, not who you believe you are. Either way, we'll be where we choose.
Will they listen to you? Will they hear your anguish? Will they sense Love?
Yes, my friend. They will listen as much as I will to their anguish, and I will suffer with them and they with me. Yet, since we now find ourselves together, brothers and sisters, realizing our grave error regarding Truth, it cannot be known until we’ve returned the eartH to her glory. We must consider making the eartH heavenly again, as Love created it with humanity as her stewards, her angels upon the eartH, it is Heaven, it is Home...
My belief must come secondary to my treatment of my home, otherwise, why bother with having a belief, it wouldn’t matter, it can’t come true because we’re trapped inside the opposite of love, in the hell of our making.
And I thought you’d never get here.
I knew where I was headed, but found myself faced with spirits that were stronger and more prepared for the inevitable than my little brain could ever imagine.
You are right. Yet is there not a soliloquy worth repeating within your miniscule existence, relatively speaking? And is this story not worthy of Creation? Have you not a duty to imagine the eartH as most sacred? Her waters need you! Her soil needs you! Her air needs you!
It is time to show her what we believe of her! Of eartH, which is Love, which is heaven. If our belief does not begin with Love and only contain Love for the sacred eartH and for Love, we suffer our humankind made manifestation of hell. They are the same, Love is everything. Everything! And, with our belief, have come parasitic leeches who imagine we can wait to fix our wrongs to eartH, to heaven, to Love! We’re hell bent on destruction of the only place we humans can lay our belief-fouled heads!
Remember where you are.
I am standing upon my beholden. My belief must come secondary to my treatment of my home, otherwise, why bother with having a belief, it wouldn’t matter, it can’t come true because we’re trapped inside the opposite of Love, in the hell of our making.
Let us free ourselves from fear, free our belief from it as well, for Love does not honor thieves and murderers. Love honors peace. Heaven is peace.
Go forth and be happy, Love, and always remember where you are…
Nobody expected Love. We may have expected to die righteously somehow knowing we were right and justified in murder and the defilement of the eartH of Love, eartH, heaven, but, as it turns out, we don’t really know a thing. Love is in all of us. Love knows. Prayers soar with action, motion creates, and Creation is Love. Love is Love…
There’s still a side of me that wants to scream. We are a self-destructive beast without regard to our surroundings. Why do we think that we must imagine, beyond the shadow of any doubt, that our belief is truth?
There’s still a side of me that wants to scream. I Love you with all of my Heart, save for the part that I know and not the part that I believe. My eyes were opened and I found solitude in your quivering limbs.
Sleep now, Mother. We’re here. Father and I are here.
I’ve jumped ship and I’m swimming for my life, which belongs not to me, but to Love.
No. No. Bless you, but I am not overboard at all. I’m in heaven.
Ha! I like your game! Shall we play, or might we begin our duty to the (H)eartH and to Love?
You've worn the die down to so many chances, leap! Go forth and tell them what they want to know!
My belief that this is heaven and we are damned fools for ever having imagined it wasn’t! Rejoice!
Bow to what you know, not what you believe.
But my belief is what I know. No different than any other human, She cries out for us to see! Oh! For the Love of Love! Release her from beneath our grip! Summon her cliffs! Summon her mighty redwoods to use their grandeur to highlight an awareness we’ve not had for far too many lifetimes.
There are so many beautiful beliefs I’ve traipsed, but none of them brought me truth… They brought me to my own dance with Love, my speech now roars! My eyes are watering my green Love, heaven. I pray, Love, that you might spare me from my own fear, from the things that are human, from the things that are habit? Banish me evermore, each time it is repeated, and so on…
It is I. It is I, echoed the river to me, the tree to me, the soil to me, the dark soil full of worms to me! The ground is sacred, it may not be all equal when it comes to planting, but we must reach back inside our spirits like the soil and grasp the instinct for survival!
Now, let’s go forth and develop the idea of the personification we have of Love and find a way for man to once again dig with Love…
Where does this road lead? To heaven as we create it, a chance for truth and art within the garden.
Love, the ebb and flow of life, which is Love, which is waiting to see if my speech is sufficient according to my belief, what I‘m urged to speak, but won't. I have been, preparing for this day, when it was completely out of my control, much like my life floating here before me now, in Heaven. Heaven on eartH, Home.
(Why would you do such a suicidal thing?)
Peace and goodbye. Easy enough to say. Yes?
No. What do those stars forming a Y mean? A confirmation of the path I‘m on? Wait? Surely I know that the path I’m on is indeed the one of Love’s Love. There’s only one. One path I could be on.
Why has your mind spun out of your control?
Love should have never gone unnoticed beneath our feet, over our heads, or in front of our eyes. We are all, bar none, brothers and sisters of the one seed, Love. We are murdering members of our own family. We’re preparing the path of our own suicide. A most tragic tale was seen fleeing the scene of the crime attempted by mankind, when all we need have done is Love and remember where we are.
(At the time I realized who I was or at the time my mind realized where I was?)
They are one in the same, my child.
Oh, Love. You leave me breathless. You bring me such joy. I haven’t prayed much at all. I couldn’t believe. None of them rang a bell. I don’t remember. I was afraid. I don’t know.
Now, I only Love. Those are my instructions- to Love. They are your instructions, too. Humankind must love. Now.
Cello, raise your bow to all you know, leave belief to the side for a while. Think of what is actually known, and how much of it is just belief?
(What do we really know? We only know what our human capacity can comprehend, there are untold lifetimes of things we have yet to learn on the journey to Love, unimaginably incredible and beautiful Heaven, our Home!)
We can’t recreate eartH, try as we might dream. She is our beholden and we, her tragic children. We've much to learn, so let us begin our long journey back to Love that we might also instruct.
We are in heaven! Man is blind indeed, Love.
Is there no dignity left in our parasitic carcasses than this, our beholden is the eartH, the Heart(H) of Love, if eartH’s song does not satisfy, then man is too intolerant. The truth comes with both, spirit and the knowledge of Love and if they came at the same time, we’d either, wobble around drooling of our ignorance, or death would come weaving its potion over us to absolve us of our gravest sin. When did we garner the nerve to question Love? Have we questioned Love in our books? Have we confused the truth with deceitful lenses? Lenses so filled with beauty and surface that the eartH just has to suffer our witless imaginings! Will this time be the last time? Echo…
Not with my words, they mean very little in the larger scheme of things, but with my actions. Love. Action is truly the only prayer. If you see a wrong, stop it. If you commit a wrong, remember, you do reap what you sow, again and again. Remember Love. Everyone faces some powerful spirits they've unwittingly shoveled into their own heads! Reject another’s clutter, find yourself again, find yourself basking in the sun of Heaven, of Home. Rejoice!
There is nothing to fear but our minds not asking the question, Am I in Heaven?
Dusting off the last moment’s trophy, if you steal from the poor to give to the rich, you’ve got the tale backwards to your grin. All the hate and filth you’ve stored in memory-tombs of your self-damaged minds, until humankind’s on the brink of falling away from the embracing’s of Love, leaves you on the soil of Love’s eternal kingdom, eartH, cherished in word and in deed…
Love! She is heaven!
Mother Earth, Heaven, gatekeepers to the souls that now writhe in agony of humankind’s abuse, we must believe and then know that this is Heaven. I am in Heaven, safe in the arms of Love…
Come! Love waits for us to begin the journey back to our selves and to Heaven beneath our feet. Creation awaits just beneath our will…
If humankind holds up their end of the bargain, Heaven will be shown to them
Do we really want to take a chance on our numbness to the truth delivering us the exactness of who we’ve become? Murderous beasts without regard to our beholden, thankless wretches, become murderers of Life’s Mother, eartH. If we do not reverse our course, she’ll have no recourse, but to bring her wrath with immense sorrow and lay all down …to sleep.
Don’t you see? If humankind holds up their end of the bargain, Heaven will be shown to them…
Breathe once more before you begin your shriek. Breathe once more before time jumps the tracks and I’m left without a breath, without a shred, lost in my own web, unaided, save for the spirits that swim in me. The eyes of creation, you, the ears of creation, you. And so on, and begin to correct the grave injuries to our mother, eartH. Her eyes swim oceans to me, her arms, Love to all. All and everything, this is heaven. Please consider it the only heaven, up to this point that you’ve known and look what you’re doing to the eartH,
Love. If it is not "Love, why do you care, I’m out of here and off to heaven with-"
Out! This stage shakes beneath my feet and you pretend to pretend to understand the weight? Bring me from beneath my questions! I want to soar with you!
Let me remember this moment, Love, my expanding mind may give way…
Life’s indeed a stage, but how can we all be actors in the very same play and not imagine that we all might be wrong? One of us is wrong. And I hope, if you are right and there is a hell, that your God would reconsider this: Love.
The box floated before me. It seemed to crumble the nearer to truth it grew and I was scrambling around for the pieces that resembled me and there were so many of you and I danced as fast as I could, but these secrets, they‘ve got to go! Those that sought my heart like a hunter and those that shrieked at my sightlessness came calling their whispers for me to turn up the volume on my dreams and the old familiar song would begin and belief would carry me to the brink of me and… I cried because of what I saw of man. I howled when my choices were revealed to me wearing their grave sorrow.
Fear. My sin is fear, yet there have been times when my elixir was courage, another name for spirit. It’s true.
This night I’ve learned a thing about myself, dancing with all spirits can be a distraction, each of you- Goodness. Safety. Love…
Where am I? Heaven?
There will be those that have believed in truth over belief and to those I smile on and ask, where was your voice protesting war? Love was there and you sold out on the soaring voices in your dreams that tell you everything is going to be alright. She forgives you, now Love…
Love is above all, is all and cherishes all and would no more send part of Love to writhe in agony than breathe hate into our lungs.
My vision suddenly strengthens the lens of which I view the world and the perfect combination of art and eartH rise to my seeing and heaven smiles upon me with the most loving affection I’ve ever known. Who, I ask you, would forgo such an embrace? The queen come calling with her Love held like a newborn Love, again and again and again she watches her children, much to grandma and grandpa’s sorrow, believe more than you could ever know in the flesh and in our sad spirits, believe and know nothing.
Love is above all, is all and cherishes all and would no more send part of Love to writhe in agony than breathe sorrow into Love. Love is Love. Understand? If Love is Love then where is all of man’s fear (hatred) coming from? See? Fear, hatred and want comes from man, the only advanced human-thinking animals who could ever have dreamed up hell!
Yes. Make no mistake, Love is real, it’s just that we’ve never believed in Truth. We favored deceit. Man has no idea what or who he’s messing with! What words, if any, get laid out like a sacrifice for choosing Heaven? Belief cuffed it to torture, murder, rape and war, sadness, sorrow, rage, anger, jealousy, lust, thievery, we cannot know, but we can imagine. Man, as far as man is capable, writes, paints, sings, dances, laughs, sculpts- Stop! Look at her! Look just beneath your feet, look at the Heart(H) of Love, kneel upon the spirit in the soil and forests, rivers and mountains, seas and Love! Look!
Now, do you see Love? (Keep looking. Love is patient.) Love is all things and man’s creator. Think… Breathe… Think… Breathe… Think… Breathe…
If Love is creator, Love alone decides what Love or Creation does next. We can watch and be victims of ourselves or we can honor Love's Heart(H) by returning it into heaven, breathing goodness back into our duty, hold tight our promise that we vowed of Love, Love for the eartH, Love's heavenly creation, that Love would smile upon our worship. (We are but mice to that which summons us. We are lost without Love, and our belief’s are irrelevant to Love, until this, the Heart(H) of Love, floats within our sight.)
We do not know. We cannot know! We haven‘t earned the right to know, until we prove our full Love. Until all wars end and peace is champion! Until we end our eartH-fouled waste in the oceans and seas, all of our famine and disease, end your murderous pace! Stop! Oh please! Cease your unfounded rush to have your belief realized only to quickly see that you were wrong. The definition of tragic. Your belief. Not even a whisper of your name in Love‘s storybook. Irrelevant, a waste of motion. Oh! Guitar hit your strings with the weight of Love and bring this crowd to its feet! Roaring come with laughter to the floor of heaven! Shine down now brave moon, your view has been long and disrupted by humankind. By folly and make-believe! By profiting from Love! (Or from the eartH, there‘s not a drop of light between the two.) Oh! Why can‘t we see! We can imagine a heaven, right, Mr. Lennon? Imagine heaven! Imagine it as you raise your arms in prayer that all children, from this day forth, be protected by the whole of man. That life is restored to balance before we leave our shells. (If we create a heaven, heaven's what we'll have...)
All humankind are precious, as is the soil, the air, the water, the creatures and all belief that honors the Love to that which cannot be known. Mankind’s image, of even one, dared imagine he’d the right to trace the steps of Love! Dance now, for you are in heaven! Rejoice with Love! Rejoice of the Heart(H) of Love beneath your feet! Love these shores! Love Love’s children, all! Love Love’s waters! Love Love’s forests, Love’s mountains and streams! Love Love!
Dreams will float us away if Love’s walking with us everyday, every hour, every minute, every time we speak, otherwise we should be silent in the grace of Love’s heaven, we’ll learn more not thinking than we’ll ever learn from our foul seeking…
We’ve not the mind’s for gleaning Love! We tend to our own, think of ourselves, did turn into ignoring the unloved billions and Love’s embrace changed over time. Tighter of a grip, or so it seems so from our slipping so near the edge of everything. I really don’t know and I have to keep reminding myself, but belief is a hard habit to break. Once you believe you’re in heaven, there aren’t many who could deny Love’s promise! I kissed my truth between Love’s eyes, it dove headlong into the abyss that was Love, that was I, that was Love. Love embraced my Love beneath my feet and I know Love speaks without word, but with creation’s beating Heart(H).
(Silence is key. Noise is born from man, sound was born from Love.)
Oh my Love! My angel! My beautiful Love, I do know, we both know, our Love is a reckoning of our spirit’s choosing! I am here to smile upon you. Cello, I can cry no more. Cease your hold on me, Bach. Yo Yo Ma release your quivering bow when Love vanquishes all and listen to the sounds of Love with us a while before we imagine ourselves grand beneath your beautiful muse, that man and Love should have stayed betrothed as intended, that eternal life be allowed to keep its memory of humankind.
(Wasted Love lay dead all around us, raging stadiums of zombies bent on agony.)
What did he say?
Abandoned laughter and tears flooded the stadium and the zombies at last faced Love and asked, “Are we in hell?” to which Love replied, “Yes. But I am man's author, not hell. That is man's.”
Love, you are everything, Love and joy. Man, you are everything, agony and Love. Love, man’s creator, life’s maestro, Heaven’s author, smiles upon us if we’ll but remember where we are, Home, evermore...
(Repeat "Love" often enough, and it becomes the Truth.)
© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime
Bring the bridle of Love's creation and you‘ll find eternity!
Soon after the horse gallops, kind magician, bring forth your peace and Love and joy, your eternity? Wave your wand, bend your knee, clasp your hands, rock back and forth, bend in obedience to that which you cannot know, to that which gallops like the horse, might we raise our cries to grant this wish, this dream of our making, of our making! Oh! Come! The time is nigh! We must begin the journey's end and our walk backwards, away from the edge of madness and into the arms of Love! (Now!) Now, away from the edge of Love. Stave off your hell, it fast approaches…
Loving children all! Listen to her moan, her cello bleeding out her Love, his sound, murmuring our haste. Pray we lift Love’s eyes upon our joy, our delight at having found ourselves in heaven, Love‘s creation! It’s all Love! It is Love! Inside all of us, drop your pride and wars and hypocrisies, and for the Love of Love, breathe! (And so on…)
This is the dance! The dance, I’m having with belief evermore! With Love beside me, beneath, and all around me, I find myself in heaven, the one of my making, the creation of you and you and you and you and you and everyone of us in heaven, angels all, sightless angels that have their belief traded in for their wits. Please? I beg you, don’t look sadly upon this news, look at it as a truth worth exploring, a Love worth embracing to the cello’s evermore…
Breathe more air and suffer to cleanse anything that is yours you’ve left behind, make her shine with Love and remember where you are...
Heaven! For Love’s sake, Heaven! We’re creating heaven as we speak! It is not mine alone, these mighty words coming down the pike ready to quiver their load, it is you! It is you and you and you and you and you and you, these words belong to you! They are ours to sing! It has been you all along. Your spirits danced and sang as you’d wanted them to.
There‘s no need to even try and seal away the breath of Love.
She spins and I dash to catch the parts that are mine, but I’d already used up my unwelcome destruction of the Heart(H) of Love, it’s not what you know that matters most it is what you do!
Deeds are the key. Don’t you see? If our thoughts, if our hands, if our arms and if our machines and if our most fervent event of Love’s embrace ever known to man, save from our beginning, was immeasurable by machines and death meant nothing to your Love, then we‘d have been finished long ago! Yet, in heaven. The one of our choosing. Pray our thoughts rise away from that of a willing hell where Love never rises on our sorrow evermore. Goodbye, Heaven! Goodbye, Paradise, Love! Goodbye, Eternity! (Life after life after life after life after laughter! Life after laughter! Love ever-after!) Dance! Dance! Dance and rejoice! Take pleasure in the idea of heaven now! Heaven right now! Not some future, but now! This moment dance! This now dance! Dance! Dance and shout! Now Love! Love now! Love! Heaven is ours! Love!
Oh Love! Please forgive me! I am on bent knee asking you to forgive me for the deaths that were of my hand! Forgive me for the sadness I carried over your loving frame that needed my help! Crying out to breathe again! (Why would we sling our favor to merely one and not to all of Love?) Love’s at the wits end, not the wit of man’s story, but the sorrow of the story that fouled heaven. Begin again.
Begin again and bring forth Love without regret. Without sorrow of any kind. I am in heaven. Open your arms! Open your eyes! Open your hearts! For Love’s sake, open your hearts!
I promised! I promised to stay the journey, to revel in its delight at its creation of belief! It soars with the eagles and into the sun and through the eartH if we choose it! She writhes! She writhes! Open your god-fouled eyes! She writhes!
Love awaits his creations to heal themselves. If we will not, Love will.
Oh! This is the part that floats the air with a gale whipping the wind into countless sighs. Screeching low that Love needs us to see! Love needs us to breathe! Breathe! Breath deep! ...Breathe deep, my Love.
Tomorrow begins my continuation, Love willing, of the same theme- and there I go, off to dance with the days spirits! Their beliefs rock me! They can spin me nearly out of control, running for the hills imagining I’ll be safe from such thinking. I choose to dance and it is my pleasure.
Each of us are a stepping stone to the truth, starting at our thoughts of what is beneath our feet.
Change your mind on her fate at your own peril.
The eartH is alive. The Heart(H) of Love. The love of Love, Heaven.
Oh, Love! There the Heart writhed for my eyes to focus as you wept for my mind to awaken! Yes… I pray to you Love! Let us open our hearts! Let man see his wars for what they are, godless machinations, let him see his foul toxins in the precious water! Let him taste them in his bitter sleep, where humankind dreams up their hells for those they disagree and then sets them loose in attempt to destroy Love...
Posted by Mark R. Prime heaven now on Jan 2, 2012
Will you tell me when I'm ready?
I urged The Grandmother to open my eyes, she lifted them to a slow and steady revelation of who I‘d become. I believe...
The landscape's been littered with my former self scraping its jerking corpse across Heaven like I owned the place, indifference after indifference, sightlessness run rampant hand to hand, heart to heart, spirit to spirit, Love to Love. My shadow is all but gone, my payment, the suffering witnessed through eyes gazing upon Heaven.
The Heaven I paint is the Heaven I get. The agony I paint, is mine as well, and so on, eternal blue bird, your sweet reverie wafts into my spirit, you too, eagle, you too, lovely bird. Sing me your stories and I’ll weave them into Love’s graces, and we, together as one spirit, can prove our allegiance to both, Mother and Father, honor the home, cherish and Love it, our reason for being, our beholden,
Wake up children! Quick! Into the cellar, there’s a storm a brewin’ between Love and Fear, Heaven and Hell, Here on eartH. On eartH for it is Heaven, in heaven as it is on eartH! We are home! Heaven is indeed ours to paint!
Heaven is yours to paint!
We are angels! Woe to the next line- brothers and sisters of Love, we’ve been led away from truth. We’ve been stumbling our thick wits across the globe like raving zombies! We’ve set our air off with a foul venom, we’ve deadened the soil from a rabid human race, we’ve blasted bone, blood and flesh! We’ve bludgeoned souls and tortured hearts, led children to their death, ignored what’s beneath our feet so that we might reap what we imagined we had any right to sow!
Fade away, cello 19, lay me down to dream with Love, to live with Love and let Love live as my only duty. A tall order with an extra shot- if you keep your fear at bay, your dance will be one of Love evermore. If you keep your fear as Love your fear is where you go. No. Not for eternal suffering, but to sleep evermore without ever having recognized where you are…
Let us not wait for more of Love’s warnings, let us speak our Love like it’s sacred before we fall away from heaven evermore. Let us hold our tongues until they’re ripe with Love, stay the rage and wrath which has amassed from our greed and supplant it with the sweet whispers of Love in everything we do. Oh, Love! My hands are wide open, grasping for any and all that need me, loving them without question as my brother and my sister, as my family…
I’m sorry, Love. I’m sorry, Love. I’m sorry, Love. Love, I’m sorry. Won’t you please forgive me?
(The brutal tick of the clock brings your nightmares to a clanging heap of foul spirits leftover from an eternity of befores.)
Do not imagine that I will fail to rise on your behalf. Do not imagine another failure, the man I was before, the lie I lived, stumbling across this ground without recognition. The medicine of Love brought me to my belief, to dance with all spirits and to express only full Love. Hold all in high regard. Do not forgo my kinship with all living things, above and below my feet. Love...
What music is that? It sounds fearful, it sounds frightful, and we believe and turn our favors inward and go blind to Love’s creation and endure the hardships and wars and murder and greed which walk to our doorstep in our shoes and tap on the glass to wake our sleeping affections and whisper into laughter’s ear the joyous things that serve as echo chamber to Love’s sweet and eternal Love.
The air writhed in cello as my mind swayed with the strings, the music, painted as big as a welcome home sign, moved me to smile upon her glee in me. Creation could not be happier, my Love, Mother, birth, Grandmother, eartH, Great Grandmother, truth, Father, mountains, Grandfather, oceans, Love The HeartH…
Might I see what others believe? Might I then wed the two into a lovely marriage, a music so profound it strokes the Heart in a cacophony of instruments, as varied as they are mutual lovers? A rock concert‘s freedom, a rappers words for equal justice, a country star driving the crowd mad with their mortal joy, or the violin above the Cello’s strings like an eagle who’s seen the landscape change, now diving earthward into the HeartH of Love with a look of invincibility…
Might I see what another believes and weave their Love into my story? Dance with their spirit, trace their belief and find the beauty within it all with chance enough to speak to everyone on eartH before I go, before the eartH wraps her arms around me and says, Goodnight? I Love you. And I dream of we, her human children, rising in time to have us finally see the face of Love, the face of her Love and his wrath.
Wrath? Why would anyone imagine that Love’s definition of wrath is the same as ours? Love’s wrath swims with sorrow, our wrath marches to fright and ends with eternal suffering, are we prepared to face our own beliefs? The sadness in our stories of creation, the great sorrowful rivers of words put into the mouth of that which cannot be known, have left us little room to breathe our Love.
We cannot not know Love until Love is recognized beneath our feet. Love the HeartH, Heaven and Home, a union of Love…
Why should I fear anything? Have I reason to fear what cannot be known by the flesh, but by the recollection of the spirit you possess when you’re happy? Fear is the mind killer and our wits have come fluttering like startled birds escaping the shadows. Pray they soar a loving dance with Love. Love’s precious gift to the consciousness, finally realized, will soar higher and fill us with more Love than we’ve ever imagined was due! You! You! And you and you and I and- Oh! Love! She weeps and he rises! She prays our return, he prays our Love, both pleading we rise in time to glimpse their growing sorrow…
The Heart(H) of Love is writhing beneath our weight. Love is crying out for us to witness truth, for us to garner exactness. Rise up and begin to speak for the Heart(H) of Love! Bring forth your full Love! Love before there’s not a single echo of humankind’s story.
Will your Love be gentle with those that believed yet cared not for the eartH of Love? Love is all of life, rock and water, air and soil, flesh and soul, two halves, two spirits, two betrothed to the same Love…
May you have your belief for eternity and may it be a belief of only Love for all and everything. The Heart(H) of Love is not for sale. The Heart(H) of Love is not a garbage dump. The Heart(H) of Love is not ours to drain of one more drop from war, from murder, from rape and greed. From humankind’s talons wrapped in murderous cloth, ruthless warriors seeking to conquer instead of care for the eartH of Love. The Heart(H) of Love we know, all you need do is remember.
Love is Love. Love is Peace. Love is Beauty. Love is Life. Love is our greatest mystery. Love needn’t have ever gone undetected. We see Creation at birth and learn that destruction equals death and creation equals life. We caused this devastation and have unwittingly made it our impasse, our blindness, our inability to recognize that Love exists in all of us and so does our implausible failure at recognizing heaven as it is on eartH…
Enough for now. I must curl up pray, and then dream next to Love…
We are all, each individually, holders of the keys to the kingdom and we must see this, our gift of eternity, before we succumb to the hell of our making.
Dream next to Love, pray with your hands as open as your Heart(H), weep of those things that you’ve allowed that now bring Love to weep.
I’m so sorry, Love! I was afraid! I forgot your grace, your Love, your eternal presence in everything I did, everything I imagined, my guilt, my misgivings, my anger and my rage, my twin fears reborn as awareness, I know I’m in heaven.
What did he say?
Heaven’s ours to craft on eartH. What would we shape of Love? A smog ridden planet or a reflection of Love? A truth rests within each of us, a solemn vow with Love. Cherish the eartH of Love, cherish all of life, it is Love’s Love, it is truth.