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SHE WEPT FOR ME AND I HEARD HER CRY

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(Stellar Beam - Spirit Guide)
Why has the man I used to be not just packed up his things and vanished? Why does the man I was meant to be have to put up with the man I allowed myself to become?

(The path you blindly followed led you here, Mark Richard Prime. It’s rather simple really. You have yet to fully disengage from the former you. Brain damage or too much fearful spirit, or both, doesn’t matter half as much as you continuing to remember the difference.)

Why is it that when I pray the truth dangles its possibilities in front of my vision with an angel’s wayward glance?

(The path is not straight, Mark. It is curved, it is lined with the demoralized spirit, ghosts that cry out and beg to be heard…)

I’ve found Love! She wept for me and I heard her cry! She gave me her all without asking for anything from me but that I find my worship waiting in her eartH!

(Yes. Love has been waiting on you to find your self and dance your way back to her evermore…)

I am a wretched beast, yet I’ve now …

HARNESS YOUR SEARCH FOR TRUTH UNTIL YOU HAVE BROUGHT FORTH STEWARDSHIP

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(Backyard Brings Fracking Close to Home)
The scars of my suffering are mostly eternal!

(Don’t you mean internal?)

No. The scars of my indifference are spiritually scribed lines, tablets, the history of Love.

Love is for all, Love cannot be divided or separated, and it cannot be vanquished.

(So why the long face?)

I’ve an elongated forehead…

(Silence…)

Harness my search for Love until I have brought forth stewardship. Until I have loved all and everything.

(It’s rather simple. Love, Love, Love, Love, Love…)

*~*

This morning, the birdsong lifts my gaze to her sky, the wind brings my bowing toward her forgiveness, the traffic seems muted now, nearly a whisper- Careful it doesn’t gain the rank of sound…

(Silence...)


© 2012 by mark richard prime

Dance My Love. Dance With All of Creation

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(Sharing the eartH)
Dance my Love. Dance with all of your creation as if it were a humble symphony.

Listen to her? She cries out in the darkness and begs I reconsider.

Considerate kind, won’t you take my hand and dance me across these skies, your spirit in tow, laughing with eternal joy! Dance with me! You won’t blame me for taking a good moment to collect my thoughts- and then again appeared the joy! Wake my spirits to nothing but Love! Wake my spirits!

(Echo…)

She came crying again, she left the light on for me in her mind and I’m just a disappointment. The eartH needs me now! I cannot wait any longer, I’ve waited all of my life to live this role. (Sam Shepard, the playwright (and actor) wrote, “I believe in my mask. The man I made up is me.”) Yes. Love has smiled on me, the mask is my creation and I’m just getting started. Let me triumph before another breath escapes my promise…

I will repeat this lifetime toward Love until I, a child of Creation, begins to honor the gift of life…

GOD’S THREADBARE WHISPER

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She looks thinner. Limbs, hanging on by a threadbare whisper, and with a slight rustle and a loving grace she soars.

(Listen to her prayer. Heed her tongue crackling with sorrow, she begs for you to see! )

She does not long for me to fail her. Fail Love, fail God, fail Creation, fail Grandmother, fail Grandfather, fail.

(Laughter’s etched with your name on her skin like a tattoo engraved by God. Wear it proudly. Wear it lovingly. Wear it.)

I cannot forgo the truth.

(She looks ill with man’s use. She seems to be nearing her tolerance.
Oh! Prop open your eyes by ceasing the noise found in your machines!
The greatest invention ever imagined remains the heart of God, his bride, an eternal eartH.)

The truth tarries not, the truth does not hold her tongue, she speaks plainly- rumble, quake, groan- she loves without condition save that I- boom, rattle, thump and echo- love, love, love, love…



© 2012 by mark richard prime

IT’S ALL I NEED DO IF MY BELIEF IS THAT OF FULL LOVE

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(Pegi Smith Paintings - Through the Door)
I’ve stumbled upon the door that leads in, so I thought I’d begin.
The waiting’s been hellish, the path, Love, the destination, eternal HeartH, Home and Heaven.

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? The time that belief trumps truth, will be the time of self-made hell’s rising. Not hellfire and damnation, that’s against Love, but a recurring suffering until we love as one. (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. We cannot know. We cannot recognize God, because we don’t recognize ourselves. Look at yourself. Look at your divine grace, your uniqueness… in Heaven. Love is what we are, who we are, and even where we are. Rejoice!

*~*

The billowing smoke lingered and I was reminded of the small things, the inconseq…

A Prayer...

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(Connect Savannah - on the Wind)
The wind, the wind, the winding wind has nestled its perceptions from corner to corner of Love and I’ve begun in earnest to pay attention!

© 2012 by mark richard prime

I’M PREPARED TO END MY SEARCH FOR LOVE

I’m prepared to end my search for Love if I feel I’ve done my best to care for and worship the HeartH of Creation. My search will end, because I’ve found it…

I have sought long and hard for this pleasure and, yes, even the eventual pleasure from the fear that was well rested in me, for the overwhelming influence of God’s Love I was able to grow nearer to Love with great joy in my heart. (The most incredible thing happened!) I wasn’t expecting The Grandmother, I loved mine like no other, I was expecting the pain and the suffering to be lifted, but to land in Heaven, facing her and God and answering for each and every wrong I’d caused and for each good deed that put itself in motion when I was good, was wholly unexpected.

She’s in need of my prayer, of my help! I have much more to do than merely be forgiven for my sins. I have to seek beyond the threshold of man’s ideas, dance with spirit, all, the good, the bad and even the ugly- the ugly that’s on the inside, inside ugliness- ideas,…

I WILL TARRY NO LONGER IN SEARCH OF TRUTH, IT HAS FOUND ME

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(Happiness is Free - Richard Ely)

Love and God want that I laugh, they invented laughter, and tears and mountains and joy and humbleness and forgiveness, but their children have become fearfully cancerous to Heaven.


(Sorrow billows from Love’s sky like the feign of winter as humankind used to know it.)

The Earth, as we speak, is preparing to heal the wounds of man from the inside out to humankind’s filthy paws! Pray we’ve time to continue to bray at the top of our man-fouled lungs! Pray! Pray! Pray! Pray! Now before the cello plays its last note…

I am ready my friend. Let us begin this dance with Love. I will tarry no longer in search of truth, it has found me. Love- I want friends, who doesn’t, but those that I’ve danced with, and they know who they are, and those I missed even as they reached their arms out in need, I found suspicion tapping into my welcome Home party, due to me not understanding what’s been happening-

(Hush now, child. You’ve said enough. Might you listen awhile?)

Yes…

Earth as Heaven...

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(The uncorrupted Me... I found this child waiting.)
My story is upside down! I'm going back to what is known and I'm being greeted with the gift of Love! Have I just squeezed out God? No. I've swam inside of Belief and Love and find her much more to my liking! I know, I must be insane to think of such a thing, the eartH as your only beholden in the flesh and the spirit that you know... than any truth of any that I'll imagine I know...


I know nothing! I am one man and the only power I have is with the whole. The fullness of Love is within my reach, within my every fiber while I'm in prayer. The truth of who I am...
And we can all get to where I am... the light at the never-end of Love...
From scribe to conductor?
It is Heaven if we want her! The thought is ours to choose…
Would you place your bets on what’s in store, or would you place your bets on the Mother that you know! 
The eartH was my final alternative as any God outside my needs…
There’s probably some lesson in…

IT CANNOT HAVE AN END UNTIL CREATION CALLS ONE FORTH, BELIEF GOES ON

They gave me a gift, did my doubts, as I floated along in forgiveness, I made them look at me with a spirit that was only love, her red fruit touching the ground, her green, her sparkling wonder, Love’s truth, not of human’s use…

Oh! Bring me your nectar, Mother! I will love thee evermore! Follow me. Follow me. Follow the shimmer of red now dancing through the mirror, across the memory of her, our dear Mother…

Rejoice! It is time to rise up with love! To every man, woman and child, it is time to be what we’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? Human songs, plays, symphonies, architecture, destruction?)

That’s the one, the architecture of destruction… Without a shred of a doubt I’m creating a belief. Yes. I believe it completely, and it is one of only Love, where its lesson pierces the soul and reveals the heart of Creation, I pray.

W…

MAN, AND HIS BELIEF. ANIMALS KNOW, THEY DON’T FORGET WHERE THEY ARE…

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(Stathi Stathi)

(Echo…)

There’s room enough in this belief for God and Love, and God and Love is all of Creation…

(Man, and his beliefs… Animals know not to forget where they are…)

We haven’t lost our way, we’ve removed our instincts and settled for machines. What do you smell right now? What do you see right now? What do you hear right now? Rumble the horns to announce you’ve been listening? Sinking away, may her echo be another try to reach you…

Balance is the key. Believe what I may, but, for the Love of God, I must rise up with a belief that doesn’t settle scores or end in misery, misery unknown, even by Love and God.

(GodLove and nothing less…)

We’re set to inherit Heaven if we’ll but Love! Let our voices be heard!

(Let your actions speak louder, that they might prove to be the saviors to Love…)


© 2012 by mark richard prime

TESTAMENT TO THE NIGHT, THE WILLOW TREE AND THE CLANGING BELL

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(NC Photographic Archives)
Oh! Dear Grandfather! What are we to do with your wisdom if we seek your mountain not? What of your bride, your eternal (H)eartH. We’ve a heart, we’ve a beat or two left, if Love will grant it…

(The bells toll in the distance and the weeping willow comes to with the splash of Love’s rain and the slap of God’s wind. She is all instruments. She is all. Love and God united evermore.)

The heart is the most vital of organs, the Mother made man in life’s image as an ode to her Love. I’ll see them again. Life is eternal, yet ever changing, evolving if you will…

(Humankind, individual entities, you can no more know that your belief is truth than you can know the instructions of Love and God.)

And we’ve wed ourselves to one belief, one storyline out of billions. Soon we’ll find we’ve not much wind left for another.

(And another emerges, the one you should never have forgotten…)


© 2012 by mark richard prime

A TESTAMENT TO THE RAIN AND SLEEPING WILLOW

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(That Bloomin' Garden)
It wasn’t your fault. It was mine. The deed falls squarely on my shoulders, it is mine to bear, mine to choose, mine to be, mine. The self is important my friends. It is who we are! A single entity of the whole!

Brothers and sisters, please understand that this is my belief. It isn’t science, it’s a journey. Who I am chose this journey and chose it knowing the possibilities, but what I shouldn‘t have ever imagined is that I would be fearfully timid in taking action. No longer! I've cleaved myself in half and did battle both fear and love. Full Love...

(But how can this be, asked the man, we fight the evil that’s attacking our good!)

How dare I try and imagine what it is that I am here for and indoctrinate through fear? Fear is not of Love. It is not Creation’s way. It is humankind that fears. It is humankind that imagines they've love while creating their own death machines. The one I’ve never quite understood, the gravitational thrum of my origins. …

5.27.12 A MEASLY TAKER AND NOT A FIGHTER

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(Solar Guadalupe)
“Courage is nothing but well concealed fear.”

Yet fear is not necessarily well concealed courage…

~

The courage lies in my not feeling as if I have to tell anyone anything. In belief, or belief in nothing, silence holds the trigger tightly near speech and the noise found in belief…

Silence is golden, and golden can be the streets beneath my feet if I build them as a monument of Love…

There are rare exceptions to this rule. I talk out of both sides of my being, because there are still two sides to my spirit, Love and Fear- Expand my mind, fear no more and leave me in Heavenly Love forevermore…

I balance the nature of who I am by balancing my empathy and my instinct…

(Go ahead. They’ll just look at you as a crazy man, like a measly taker and not a fighter…)

Why is there need for both fear and Love to be played in order to find Love and God, GodLove?

(All of these riddles broken down to their basic steps will always give you the “logical” answer…)

My prayers will only take…

5.27.12 BELIEF IS HUMANKIND’S BLINDFOLD

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(Perspectives)
Remember where I am.

(Over and over and over until Love’s song nestles inside of your breath and billows a refrain, and then, the journey back home can begin, before human, after love. The reason is simple, the lesson, immense.)

Belief is humankind’s blindfold. your empty gesturing and corduroys. What? What? Irrelevant. Barren. Nothingness.

(Stop.)

Dear fellow man,
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,
found you nearest to Love, and rejoiced at having been greeted accordingly!

You sought me, brothers and sisters…

(Yes.)

Did you expect me to be an easy target?

(Yes.)

Come! Let us speak of peace, love and goodness for all, not on this treachery more! Stand with me, brothers and sisters, speak with Love, she waits our kindness and our affections…

(Why do you not put a lid on it as you’re being directed?)

Because it’s a game of spirit! A competition like no other! Sister and brother, t…

5.27.12 BOW TO WHAT YOU KNOW, THAT GOD MIGHT SPARE YOUR GLOOM

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(Light of Love)
(The music’s changed. The serenade with love has lost its smile. Love’s pleading you awaken from your slumber and join in life’s loving dance. Cease your warring! Cease all sense of hatred! Bow to what you know!)


(End your captivation with fear and return it to its original love, steward of heaven. You, an angel who has forgotten where you are, forgotten your use, save for that which you imagine and therefore create on earth, hell rears its ugliness.)


(Hell is man’s, it is not God’s, it’s humankind’s reckless thinking, humans who need to look all around them, under their feet, above their reach, and inside their heads, find their love and give it to everyone and every living thing, and remember who, what and where they are, and never forget, again!)

(Hell is what you create if you allow your love to end its dance with all of life. Nothing less than love will do. To say that you’ve found God is wrongheaded, it should be, God has, at long last, found you…)

I believe that Lov…

-5.27.12 BREATHE ONCE MORE BEFORE YOU BEGIN YOUR SHRIEK-

Breathe once more before I begin to shriek. Breathe once more before time jumps the tracks and I’m left without a breath in me,
without a shred, lost in my own web,
unaided, save for the spirits that swim internally.

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, God.

If it is not “God, why do I 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 of what you shout?

Bring me from beneath my questions! I want to soar with you!

Let me remember this moment, Love, that 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?…

5.27.12 DISMANTLE THE STEEL BEAST WE’VE WROUGHT UPON THE HEART OF GOD

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(Be Happy! Be Encouraged!)
All the words ever written, since man became judge, jury and executioner, amount to war and hate and mistrust and murder, destruction and rape. The prideful manner in which we hold our gods, the gods written by man, is sadness personified! Oh! Strive to a higher standard than that and love to the fullness of 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 Mother, earth and Heaven, love and the heart of God. Bow upon our knees, she awaits our loyalty to her, our beholden, she still smiles upon us that we might see, that she might lift our eyes to heaven on earth.

(Look!)

This is not Love and God’s plan, to destroy the HeartH! No! Surely any plan can maneuver around our belief-ridden blindness and still allow Love and God to find that Heaven considers us worthy?

God is buckled down too tight, so Love’s about to deliver a message that we can’t d…

5.27.12 FEAR IS THE DEATH KNELL TO LOVE

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(Cristina Acosta)
Fear is the death knell to love. Fear runs through the blood like a madman with a machete! A machete? Did someone say machete? …Careful, now, fear runs rampant on the playgrounds of war.

(You’ve nothing to fear, but yourselves.)

Crash the party trumpet with your tap-tap-tappety-tap on the spine of Creation! Guitar strum me some melancholy tune for my arrival, then bring me soaring! You too piano! Jump in tambourine! Hey, Fiddle? Resurrect my soul that I might dance and solve this riddle! Soak my veins in God, cello! Sling me inside the mouth of all things sacred, didgeridoo!

(You got to be a witchdoctor to have such hands. You got to be God to perform the miracles you do. Pray me out of this dream! )

Drenched in sweat I see her before me, wings high above her shoulders, eyes the color of Creation, the heart of an angel, Love. She had again returned to me. She guided her heart to mine and we danced along the pathway.

(There are no meadows here.)

The ice will come again…

5.27.12 CREATION IS ABOVE ALL, IS ALL, AND CHERISHES ALL, AND WOULD NO MORE SEND LOVE TO WRITHE IN AGONY THAN BREATHE HATE INTO HUMAN 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 Grandmother and Grandfather’s sorrow, you believe more than you could ever know in the flesh and in your sad spirits, you believe all and know nothing.

(The Creator is above all, is all and cherishes all, and would no more send part of Love to writhe in agony than breathe sorrow into it’s truth. God is Love. Understand?)

If God is Love then where is all of man’s fear coming from?

(Fear, hatred and want come from man, the only advanced human-thinking animals who could ever have dreamed up and then implemented hell!)

*~*

(Make no mistake, Creation (fill in name here) is real, Mark, it’s just that humankind’s forgotten the …

5.27.12 - LOVE AND GOD SHOULD HAVE NEVER GONE UNNOTICED BENEATH MY FEET, OVER MY HEAD, IN FRONT OF MY EYES.

Where does this road lead? To heaven as I create it, a chance for truth and art within the garden. Love, God, Life and the Spirit- the mother and father, 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! I have been preparing for this day, it’s truly out of my control much like my life floating here before me now… in Heaven, Heaven on eartH.

(Why would you do such a suicidal thing?)


Love…

*~*

(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 full Love? There’s only one… one path I could be on, right?

(Why has your mind spun out of your control?)

Love and God, Life and Creation, Hope and Joy, Forgiveness and second chances, Laughter and Life…

*~*

(Love and God should have never gone unnoticed beneath your feet, Mark, or over your head, or in front of your eyes. You…

5.27.12 GOD, HAVE HER SEE MY LOVE

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(Squid Vicious)
God, have her see my love and let me remember that love conquers all.

Turns out, it’s true. Let her love me in return that she might give me eternal devotion.

(Where are your keys? You shouldn’t be-)

Flying? Maybe love has no direction, or at least it didn’t, until the advancement of man’s reflections on love. Breathe. Inhale, exhale, let it out and we never saw the earth for what it was, our beholden, our heaven, our mother, and father and so on, God. God is everything, God is everything, everyone and all, then why are we attempting to destroy the heart of God…?

(Echo…)

Oh the poets behind these words, loving one another, all and everything, one! Oh, then might we rise to behold the heart of God, heaven? The earth is God. The water is God. The forests, God. Collective Humankind is God. All and everything is God. Never forget where you are…

(Hold on there, mister! The eartH is God?)

Yes. God, heaven, eartH, love, compassion, joy, laughter, smiling children… all. Oh! Why…

5.26.12 CHERISH WHAT YOU KNOW

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I believe the truth exists in a frame, or so this mortal mind instructs me. The truth is eternal, for what else could it be, limited or limitless, narrow or endlessly wide?

(Exactness evermore.)

Indeed the mystery is beyond my flesh and blood, likely in a spiritual reality that takes the breath away and replaces it with the loving spirit until the curtain drops on this immortal story.

(It never ends?)

I doubt it, I don’t actually know, as I’ve mentioned a time or two. Maybe it goes on forever for some and eversleep falls over the rest. No suffering, none in the after-death, the soil that gives back freely asking nothing in return. The meek shall inherit the living soil and return as a rose or an oak or a river or a plant, the possibilities are infinite, one life after another, without thought, without suffering, without pain, without memory, save for the spirits of the eartH of God and Love and Life everlasting…

(Might there be more?)

More? How could there be more than everlasting Life?

5.26.12 I DEFINE PEACE AS NOTHING LESS THAN LOVE

There are three things. No. There is but one. Truth.

(Why not three?)

There can be but one exactness to explain all of this.

(But what did you mean by three?)

It was a mistake.

(Then why did you leave it in?)

It was done. I thought it best to seek it further after some time had passed.

(You are an enigma, my child.)

No. You’re the enigma.

(Me?)

Absolutely. Anyone will tell you that your mystery far surpasses anything this mere mortal has ever had to offer.

(Good point.)

I just might be dreadfully wrong. I mean who am I to say that I’m not insane?

(You’re the only one. Words jump from your fingers as if they’re escaping your uncertainty. It’s not rocket science, Mark.)

I know. It’s eartH science.

(Good of you to have remembered.)

She is my Love. I will not forsake her. My original vow in the spirit and the first promise I remembered to keep in the flesh are the two I hold above all else, the eartH of Love and my Love on the eartH.

(Well said!)

I’d thank the spirit(s) who had me write…

5.25.12 FROM OUT OF THE MANY

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(Sensible Bakwas - Entwined Love)
Is there such a thing as fearless Love anymore or has it fallen to fearful war?

Creation is fearlessly waiting on the consciousness, on an awareness that the (H)eartH is sacred. I mustn’t keep her waiting one moment longer. She begs that I remove all fear and end my noise that I might recognize Home…

Let me worship within Love’s Heart(H), Heavenly Home. Let me praise her flesh that she might give birth to the seed of life, take in her untainted air that she might breathe in mine evermore.

I pray my belief is chosen from out of the many, for my belief is formed from the many…

Is there really need for a battle of beliefs? Is there need for me to imagine Heaven if I’m unable to recognize Home…?

The one truth, (insert name here), is unknowable. It is reckless thinking, careless belief that has led to imagining an end to Life in order that the Spirit might live forever. It is eternal already, my beliefs are secondary to Love…

(Life is God and God is Life…

5.25.12 BRING THE ROOF OF YOUR WORSHIP DOWN TO JOIN THE FLOOR

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(Epilogue)
The owl began his low note and it captured my attention with its claim to me, beseeching that I heed the eartH’s cry that she might then unveil her full and heavenly Love.

Oh! Let me seek her voice always so as to breathe in me evermore!

Cry, O river! Cry that we and thee might breathe together without the ode of suffocation, but that we might, instead, liberate this eternal Life!

O cry, soil, rock and tree! Cry for Love’s majesty!

Cry, over the eartH, God’s Creation!

Cry! Each and every nation, cry out loud! Bring the roof of your worship down to join the floor! No more this madness let slip into the living’s midnight! Let her go! Take your paws off of her throat and kindly lift her wings that she might float!

(And a good morning to you, too, scribe!)

Thank you loving spirit…

(There go the dogs and their shrill laughter, their obedient lessons for you to learn, Mark Richard Prime.)

Yes. My daily devotion with its cacophony of loving sounds, the tongue of Love, the throa…

5.25.12 SUCH UTTER DESTRUCTION OF GODLOVE

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“Every truth passes through three stages before it is recognized. In the first, it is ridiculed. In the second it is opposed. In the third, it is regarded as self evident.”
__Arthur Schopenhauer

Why did I arrive here?

(The will of Creation.)

Why did I journey to such depths, to such utter destruction of Love?

(The human will.)

Shame on me…

Why does my rage still bludgeon the progress of my belief? Could it be that the abuse of Heaven is often too much for me to witness? Might it be that I’ve begun my dance with Love and she leads me before the truth like a shaman, one step at a time, and with her gaze upon my actions reflected against my worship? Am I too ashamed to admit I’ve not been the best man for the job? I did not understand my own limitations. I still deny them their breath. They may desire another, but this is the man they got, Mark Richard Prime, and all I’ve sought in my belief is the opposite of the man I had allowed myself to become. I sought Love with my eyes closed fo…