It is the eartH that breathes her prayer through me, speaking it to the world is a moment that has yet to arrive. It is not my place to say when, it is only my place to recognize my Home as sacred, to see all living things as having great purpose to Creation… whatever it might be. All life is sacred… any I squandered have been thoroughly dealt with by the Spirit. But of the shell that held the spirit, little ever got done, which means that my belief was beginning to tread where belief was commanding and my role was encroaching on the free will of Love instead of dancing freely with Love as I believe it is intended! I believe that seeds, like children, grow into the fullness of Love when planted and cared for with great gladness of the wonders of the eartH. © 2012 by the spirits dancing with mark richard prime
(The Weaver's Song)