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5.07.12 You Have Forgotten Lessons Time and Time Again, Mark Richard Prime

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Why do you test me, as if I could ever forget the lessons learned in this dream, this life, this inexplicable existence…?

(But you have forgotten these lessons time and time again, Mark Richard Prime, lifetimes of forgetting who you are and where you stood. Begin anew your quest, and each shall evermore reap the love that was sewn.)

The love shown to Home needs something to keep it from tipping off the edge and down into a useless pile of failed me’s. If I do not begin to cure the earth of human dis-ease, the love of Heaven will bring her booming remedy, eradication of the self at the hand of the self, suicide by connection...

(Do not stiffen your limbs with unimaginables or chatter or have your teeth like a mindful zombie, doomed to repeat it over and over and over and each time fail to recognize where you are and forget that it is essential to Heaven, essential to where you are, is where you were, or you might let slip her disappointment in your failure to remember her, the eartH …

5.06.12 FEAR IS NOT AN OPTION FROM HERE ON OUT

The first hour of morning is upon me. The birds trill their song, a cacophony for the constant noise of bypass traffic blaring tranquility away…

The night calls resolutely its truth (my instinct) pouring down upon me if I’ll but pay attention…

(Remember, fear is not an option from here on out, Mark Richard Prime. Fear cannot swim with love… it hasn’t the legs for it.)

Love drowns out the traffic momentarily and I swim with a lovely spirit, not the first, mind you, but the last whose hands I held in solemn vow. Her spirit is more in tune with Love than any other I’ve imagined in this life. She is a miracle. Life, to me, is full of miracles, particularly those that have come round lately. Boom goes the drum! Blink goes the trumpet skipping along to its joyful sound! Enter nature’s sounds to put a lid on all of our foul noise that we might again begin to sense The Mother’s plea…

Magnitude is a bashful and vacant word as substitute for what will come if I don’t heed the call. I must rep…

5.05.12 It's Basic, Really... Really Basic

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5.05.12 It’s basic really. It’s really basic.

I imagined that humans are the guardians of Creation. It is, I’ve come to learn, really basic. If I am in heaven in my belief, it begs only one sentient question- If I’m in heaven where does that put the rest?

Brothers and sisters, my spirit still dances and will continue to do so until I’m satisfied that I’ve prayed the price for my reluctant acknowledgement of what calls from underneath my thankless footprints… Just how bad is it doc?

(It’s bad, Mr. Prime. You’ve little chance of salvaging what had such weight beneath its tumbling you chose to revere, instead of worshipping your only Home. If the eartH is cherished Life it has the powers found in Life’s natural rhythm, not the powerless imaginations of human animals, the birds deserve your song too. You, Mark, can no more take a detour from Love than you can escape your only known beholden…)

But my origins came upon me and Home held me safe, let me dance forevermore and begin to care f…

6.20.2012 TIME IS A CRUTCH ON HUMANKIND’S LOVELESS THINKING

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(melanietoye - Time to Fess Up)
"Time is a crutch for humankind's loveless thinking..."

If I worry of what "time" I have to complete the task of a Loving belief, I will craft it from fear more than love…

My belief is of the eartH. I suppose humans begin where they feel it best suits their individual sovereign entity, where belief travels them is solely up to them as sovereign entities. I chose Love as my only guide, I danced and continue to dance with the spirit without a question, I remove its fear through a promise made to Love all and everything…

(Rejoice, upside-down-headed thinker!)

Had fear ever imagined that the dark medicine, when seen by a man with an upside-down brain, would face a challenge from a novice in the artistry of Love, they’d have probably thought twice before administering any hell inside of this particular spirit... Upside down, I saw Heaven…

Join me in celebrating the belief’s ability to rise above the status quo of Heaven and hell (agony)…

BENEATH MY FEET

Look beneath my feet.

Look beneath my feet, she waits.

Look beneath my feet, before it’s too late!

Look beneath my feet, see her leaning?

Gaze on her beauty! Smile at her smiling green and blue and rainbow of hues never imagined in monstrous belief. She needs me. She desires me, if I’ll but believe in Love.

When the wars began, humankind lost their minds, zombies clanking along a pathway of thorns; screaming, gnashing teeth, hair and suffering; not eternal, it just seemed forever…

Hush now, Love. I’m here. I will never forsake you. Be Love and believe in me.

If I am called I may have to run more than I walk, cry more than I talk. -Sweet cello beneath my belief, what sorrow have you not seen, you, with your strings, humming away at my mind, at my consciousness?

Please wake up! I’ve not much time! Oh Mother eartH, move the air and water, raise your soil up!

I will. I am.

© 2012 by mark richard prime

THE ORIGINAL SILENCE

I’d take out all the words, thought, written, uttered, divine, all words conjured in man’s mind ...and stay with Creation's original silence.

To get to silence isn't easy, or so we’ve made it. Silence is earned by giving up our thoughtless hold on her. Oh! Let go her reins, that she might rise up without the fearful beast of our dreams!

I’d take out all the words, thought, written, uttered, divine, all words conjured in man’s mind ...and stay with Creation's original silence.

© 2012 by mark richard prime

LOVE AWAKEN AGAIN THAT I MIGHT KEEP MY SIGHT

It may sound familiar, but I've crafted a new layer of Love within it. I hope you find this prayer worthy of repeating... __Anonymous

The end and the beginning are unseen. It is life’s mystery. I needn't concern the self with the hereafter, I need concern myself with the now. "Time" is irrelevant...

The ark has set sail at last. I rejoice at your great fortune! The eartH awaits if I’ll but believe…

This game has been afoot longer and more times than I care to imagine, than I've hope of remembering, yet I must... beyond the frame of human, beyond the man-made thing called time- Tick tock goes the fool, late for the truth again...

Overtime! How many is hard to imagine, but this one is my chance to make it Home without suffering anymore at my craven hands. Love, awaken! Love, awaken! Love come forth that you might heal my wounds and offer another breath to worship what’s known deep inside my soul! Open my heart and let Love flow! Out, flow out, pour from your every …