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7.19.12 I’M AT LONG LAST REALIZING THAT I AM ONE WITH LOVE

I’m at long last realizing that I am one with Love. Loving, good, protective, like a beast, loving, like a child, like the songbird’s morning salute to Life, Laughter and Love. Reoice like the man I’m meant to be, the person we all must seek in order to know God…

Look everyone, I’m not sure where this is going but my guess, if I had one to imagine… where I shouldn’t, I’d say anywhere from eartH, to ground zero, and humankind’s need to know. We must unite as one brother, one sister, as one child of creation… Our purpose unknown, but if we would but imagine for a second that this our life, were not some puzzle that we must figure out to the best of our ability and treat our home as the most sacred of Mothers…

Love, she roars! Love she soars! Love she has my tongue and I’m wielding it for all to hear! Rejoice in that if you choose, but live it while you breathe! This Heaven you’ve long sought. Where are you child…?

(Sound…)

Horrible are they that linger with their Love beaten down to th…

7.19.12 I’M LEARNING AS WE GO, REMEMBER

Let’s stop paying for our sins over and over until one side looks just like the other, guilt ridden faces clenched in horror at the reflection of what we’ve become…

I guess I still don't get it! Why are we making our priorities that of anything but the cure for our loveless consumption! Feed the hungry! Feed them in all you do.

(Aside: spaying and neutering of the other animals might be a good idea for the dogs and cats, but it sure hasn't done anything for our reality! 7 billion! Are you kidding me?)

Alright! I’m about to go all “No Country For Old Men” here!

(Oh my…)

No. It’s nothing to be alarmed about, really. It’s just me talking to a spirit that likes to play games with my reason…

I’m learning as we go, remember?

(Scary thought, that one, Nimrod!)

Why be scared of it, curmudgeon, why not look at it from upside-down and imagine the outcome as the (H)eartH of Love sees her neverend?

(What the hell does that even mean, Mark Richard Prime! Where did you learn to even talk or…

Love, Peace and Goodness be with the eartH...

...Like I've said so many times before, it's all coming out backwards as it should, from the freshest of wounds to those of a festered indifference! I am being forgiven of my belief, my indifference to truth! Rejoice! I am a new man!

(It's about time you showed up, Nimrod!)

Ha!

Love, Peace and Goodness be with the eartH...

(Silence…)

I guess it means we all have our particular belief but we share a truth that's unmistakable… we don't know a damn thing... So with that, I favor sacrificing a little bit of our playtime and actually, as a species, rectify our indifference first and our differences last, for that is what my belief is going to require in order for the eartH of Love to choose eternal Life…

(Silence…)

I’m being crafted toward an awakening. Mine own. I’m being sculpted by spirit’s that recognized something in me. Animal instinct perhaps or they felt Love or Peace or Goodness in me. Who knows? I can only believe it’s what I promised I’d scribe and speak…

I do …

Within Her (H)eartH, My Heart(H)

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It makes its way to me in prayer, this spirit of my dance. It isn’t the man I became, or the many I’m with in dance, by prayer, by chance, by fate, by sanity, by simple reasoned explanations- maybe it’s all a dream…?

I’ll go with Love and place within her my Heart(H)…

The birds and breeze, the sky and sun, the sounds of Heaven soaring over man’s noise, the perfect accompaniment for what I have to say.

(The violin floats by as the songbird summons her aria and the wind lets its presence be known…)

Let me begin to pray to what I know and not what’s made from thought! Prayer is Love’s scribe and God’s unwitting stumble…

Take back my mind! Snatch it back, it's been snatched! Take it back, the key to Love’s door's within your grasp...

(Quiet your mind, Mark, and joyfully help to create Love’s masterpiece!)

Oh! Rejoice and make history!

(Better make your fear history, too.)

What is this squat word that brings man to trembling on his knees?

(God?)

I meant fear, spirit. Fear is the squ…

Domino Effect ...Unparalleled Joy

-7.18.12 I’M SET TO “BE” IN “BELIEF” SOON-

What brings us to our feet with unparalleled joy? What truly elevates our minds to worship without question? What is belief worth if suffering is at its core? Isn’t what I know far more important than what I imagine to know or what I imagine to believe?

The question isn’t one of who’s right and who’s wrong because everybody is wrong and right, if they imagine, they are. So it is not a question of wrong or right, it’s a question of instinct overriding belief. Instinct is humankind’s need, their greatest need if they choose it to be.

(Recall where you are! Remember who you are and commence your duty!)

That’s a very tall order when it comes to scribing and speaking this belief’s needs.

(Then what are you waiting for? Scribe!)

I have been scribing …and speaking, merging with and learning from the Spirit upon the pathway to full Love. She’s a teacher like no other, a mentor, a guide, a healer, a friend, Love…

(Love?)

Yes.

(Yes...)

The fan admini…

8.03.12 Oh God and Love are tall, their tallness stretches beyond the curious eye and into a height like no other

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-8.03.12 Oh! God and Love are tall, their tallness stretches beyond the curious eye and into a height like no other-

I have summoned her sorrow and forgot that it was mine too. She is the eartH of Creation, what’s not to Love?

(Take your boots off of her neck this instant, Mark Richard Prime, she is your beholden, your Love, your mother. Let go of her this instant before she rises up to greet you in mindful sorrow…)

Oh! God and Love are tall, their tallness stretches beyond the curious eye and into a height like no other, it is a call to Love and an echo of Love bringing with it Love’s return.

(Might they be ready to conjure her death no further, to reep what they’ve sewn in the recognition of the loving truth?)

What’s truth?

Who knows! Why would I care, but only to serve that I may engage her loving spirit and let my fears die away. And she took me to see my face in her grave sorrow, to get as close to Love as I possibly could imagine. I, unwittingly, shifted into high gear. I’m read…

7.17.12 It is Not Mine Alone to Hold

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I’m soaring now with the eagles, the heat wave fluttering their wings while warriors bang their weapons like small god’s bent on battle instead of calling out to Love, instead of reaching out with loving arms.

I’m judging them one by one, these visions that writhe before me. She calls to us-

We sought you. It isn’t about you, Mark Richard Prime, it is throughout you. It is not the fame they seek it is but the truth…

(Silence…)


(Love: Side thought- Hello, brother, neighbor, friend. You’re learning…)

I’m not sure what humankind needs, but I know the eartH needs Love. Nothing hidden behind a wink... peace, love and goodness is not an exclusive club that only you and I belong to, but deep within all of Life. Spoken with Love...

It is not mine alone to hold, it is the spirit of Love… If we die, what will become of she?

(Eternity...)

To have ever lived to see this day or rejoice at its simplicity!

(What?)

And now to the second- Out of the blue came this truth in the shape of the Mother, the ea…

Lift Me to Your Grace That I Might Drink

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Oh, Love, lift me to your grace that I might drink from your chalice the fullness of a most Loving spirit. Bring round your affections, your joy and not your sorrow, save for lessons to be learned. Bring your delight to greet my laughter and my joy to greet the promise this steward made to you before the advent of human word, the precursor to written belief, before the ground was overrun by wars and craven greed, before humankind took its first breath and soon began to wander within belief’s unknowable wonder…

(Truth hasn’t been humankind’s strength, leaving his gravest sin, forgetting where he is.)

The chord struck its notes with exactness and a fearful velocity! There’s not much time, so I’ll make this quick- I’m not Mark Richard Prime, at least not any longer, the man expressing his never-ending belief as if it were sacrosanct has been born again.

Perhaps it means I’ve come to the next one, the next to breathe in full Love’s worship of her blueprint of Heaven. Boom-a-rat-a-tat-tat…

RESISTANCE TO BELIEF IS FERTILE

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Resistance to belief is Fertile.

(Did you mean, futile?)

No. It wasn’t intentional, it breathes inside of me. My story is upside down. I'm going back to what is known and I'm being greeted with the gift of Love.

(Have you just squeezed out God?)

No. I've swum inside of belief and Love and found her much more to my liking. I know, I must be insane to think of such a thing, the eartH as my only beholden in the flesh and the spirit that I know... than any truth of any that I'll imagine...

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...

I see 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…

Ther…

THE KEY TO LOVE’S DESTINY

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(Songbird Studio - Violin Lake)
It makes its way to me in prayer, this spirit of my dance. It isn’t the man I became, or the many I’m with in dance, by prayer, by chance, by fate, by sanity, by simple reasoned explanations- maybe it’s all a dream…?

I’ll go with Love and place within her my Heart(H)…

The birds and breeze, the sky and sun, the sounds of Heaven soaring over man’s noise, the perfect accompaniment for what I have to say.

(The violin floats by as the songbird summons her aria and the wind lets its presence be known…)

Let me begin to pray to what I know and not what’s made from thought! Prayer is Love’s scribe and God’s unwitting stumble…

Take back my mind! Snatch it back, it's been snatched! Take it back, the key to Love’s door.

(Quiet your mind, Mark, and joyfully help create Love’s masterpiece!)

Oh! Rejoice and make history!

(Better make your fear history, too.)

What is this squat word that brings man to trembling on his knees?

(God?)

I meant fear, spirit. Fear is the s…

THE CALL OF EVERSLEEP IS TOO DISTANT

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(Eternal Sleep by Joanna Bradley)
The call of eversleep is too distant. Desire of Love is stronger than my puny frame, stranger than my scrawny frame of flesh, blood and bone. Eversleep is not as simple to me as it might first sound to you. Eternity is a very long time.

Eternity is a manmade word, but what does it mean?

(A long, long, long time.)

Time, too, is a concoction of the hurried mind. A critter sewn of thought…

(A moment of silence…)

Lifetime after lifetime imagining you’ve figured out the enigma that is the self, now figure out the enigma that is the eartH of Creation, The Mother herself…

Someone recently said to me, “I’ll leave you to your thoughts.” or was it, “I’ll leave you with my thoughts.”? Either way I should have thanked them…

(Boom goes the industry… Boom goes the eartH in her struggle under the weight of the shock and awe…)

If I knew my thinking would change the truth of things I’d walk around babbling more than taking action.

Who I am is me, and me is who I’m bo…

The Darkness Cannot Hide Forever From the Light of Love

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(The darkness cannot hide forever from the light of Love.)

The first thought of my long prayer is generally penned without hesitation, but lately I’ve found myself gazing at a new translation. It is not as confusing as it used to be, this dance with the many spirits that groove to the one moving through the eartH and within her many veins.

(Dance…)

The breeze summons its chill to stumble across my spine and heavenward tumble me Home…

(The sun steals its shadows. War filches its affections, the sun blanches…)

Beauty is in the eye and spirit of the beholder…

(Look at her, Mark Richard Prime! Though you've done her grave injury, she loves you still. Though you’ve imagined yourself king, you’ve, at long last, noticed you've a queen…)

The reasons I vanquished my fear are actually rather simple, belief in them seemed frivolous after stumbling, quite literally, upon a most Heavenly Home.

(The HeartH is where the Heart(H) and the (H)eartH is…)

The loving spirit chooses my course. Love I l…

FROM WHICH TO PRAY AND REMEMBER

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(A bowed head goes a long way in humbling you, Mark Richard Prime…)

My journey into belief’s unknowable unknown has humbled me as possibilities unfolded before me one frame at a time. One frame held all my fears, the others, an eartH like I’d never imagined before.

(Ignorance might well be bliss to some people, but sightlessness is to none.)

I was blind. I had to have been to have missed her beneath me. Oh! The shame in that alone is nearly enough to spin me out of control within this prayer. I see myself as most guilty at having abused Love, both of the flesh and the spirit. Love hadn’t much reason to have whispered her vision inside of me, my sightlessness, my fearfulness of that which I could not know and of that which I never managed to remember…

Let me remember her flesh and her wings, her nectar and her green, let me pray to what I know, no more praying to belief. Just how long did I imagine I could worship my human mind’s unfortunate imagination without ever sensing that it wasn…

THE WINDING WIND

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The wind. The wind. The winding wind summons me.

The wind. The wind. The winding wind summons me to speak.

The wind. The wind. The winding wind summons me to engage the spirit and greet the eartH with a kiss.

Bang! Boom! The thought rumbles my insides- I chose to live evermore…

Eternal Life, what’s it really worth? Is eternity truly a gift of our making or some boogeyman under our beds when the unknown is unknowable? Is it worth the risk of eternal agony crafted of our questions? Is it worth it?

(Not half as much as Love…)

The wind blows against my shell and asks if it might have this dance- I oblige.

(Take my hand. You are set to dance evermore, you will fly with the birds my dear, you will soar evermore into the fullness of Love…)

I abscond to my fears when I craft a hell of my affections.

(You lounge in fright as if you own the place, as if something better is set to come along.)

Let me have an honest Love, not a love contrived of wire and flesh, bone and shrapnel…

(Hushhhh… Hear…

7.04.12 MAMA AND BABY BEAR

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On the morning of the fourth of July, I awoke to a sound. I sat up beneath the shade of the tree and gathered my things and went to investigate. I looked in the direction of the sound and saw a baby bear hopping up and down on a trash bag it had just tossed in the air as the Mother bear stood as sentinel. I dropped my blankets (in case I had need to run) and stepped ever so lightly toward the baby bear (at an angle that favored the front door)… the cub saw or smelled me, because baby and mama bear instinctually hightailed it around the cabin and out of sight. I uttered a sorry and (instinctually) hustled inside.
It was a lovely experience to have witnessed, although, at the wee hour of 6 in the morning, before coffee, before sustenance, before my eyes had adjusted to the light, it was a bit much to consider. From that experience I took away that there were bears in the area and that I was fortunate on several levels. That night, when sleep beckoned me, I laid my head beneath a differen…

Adoration of Mother

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(Kasama - eartH Day to May Day)
Where is the adoration of Mother? Has she not bent to my every wish? Have I not scraped her flesh with my ravenous paws long enough? She writhes, yet breathes her full Love still. Let me bring her my full compassion that she might breathe still. Let me be in motion and give her cause to smile upon me…

I don’t know anything, because I’m not supposed to. The spirits within me, however, know more than I have the wits to imagine. My mouth is of use to the spirits, to the Mother, to the (H)eartH of Creation. I promised her I’d scribe! She said, if I’m going to use trees upon which to print ideas, thoughts, belief, then I’d better make it most loving. Otherwise, what’s the point?


© 2012 by the spirits dancing with mark richard prime

MY MIND WAS FLIPPED UPSIDE-DOWN LONG AGO

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I’m dancing with your loving spirit when I pray, yet dancing with the fears of one another’s belief when I am not…

(As if they are known…)

Is there truly anything more deplorable than me spouting off my belief when we’ve all got one of our own to spare? I don’t know diddly squat, as I’ve want to say, so why do I persist, while in prayer, in doing just that? Could it be that truth is also an action verb? That’s crazy!

(Is it?)

Yes. It is why I believe that prayer is personal, yet dually an action verb.


(It could be a game designed from out of your belief(s), belief in the demonstrably unknowable, save one.)

Let’s stop praying to what we believe and start praying to what we know- The eartH. The eartH, and we will, in this belief, suffer less.

But even this belief is one among so many varying hopes and dreams and nightmares and parasitic cravings that need me to see them in the correct light before I can engage them upon even those willing. If I’m going to believe in something so unquest…

WHAT IF I LOOK AT PRAYER AS AN ACTION WORD?

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The breeze blows through and for the first time this morning, my prayer soars away, set free of my will and in motion toward the fullness of Love.

If full Love exists inside of me, as I believe, then aren’t I, in effect, praying to my sovereign self? Praying that I might put my prayers into action instead of setting them free out there in the ether somewhere under the impression and with certainty that they’ll be answered requiring no action from me?

(Silence…)

What if I look at prayer as an action word? If I am bent upon knees, wailing at the wall, singing Love’s praises, bowed in reverence, or some other ritual in worship, am I not idle in my prayer? Am I not then, from my idleness, unable to discern if my howling has brought Love’s countenance upon the eartH of Creation’s needs as well as upon humankind, unable to see if it has sputtered and flailed in its firm demise...?

I sometimes forget where I am. I sometimes imagine there’s this fearful plot standing next to me and I fail to rec…

IF THIS IS YOUR BELIEF, LOVE, I’LL GIVE MINE TO YOU EVERMORE…

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Oh Love! You are here! Where have I been all of Life? Did I imagine this world at war, this world colliding with its children, its offspring of belief and flesh without sufficient Love?

I admit that belief and God and Love are merely constructs of our thinking. If we think we’re set to be in Heaven while believing in hell and damnation for eternity, we need see that that is no different than implementing peace while waging war.

(Think! Think, Mark Richard Prime! Think upon your belief and imagine you are in Heaven already… and evermore to boot, and then imagine for a second the literal joy you dispersed with too little affection compared to the fullness of Love you ever managed to be summoned from your joy…)

If this is your belief, Love, I’ll give mine to you evermore…

(What? A wee bit of fear bubbled up in that, Mark? Let’s not forget how difficult and serious you’ve made my mind beneath your fearful affections and instead of making the spirit of Love, that which is in us all, rise to…