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