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Without the Search for Truth, Purpose Hasn't Reason to Begin With

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Without the search for truth, purpose hasn't reason to begin with.

They’re just you and me and we’re merely two out of billions. Imagine the power of Love within humankind’s grasp?

We’ve been trying to remember why we’re here from our beginning, yet it’s our future that truly has us perplexed.

I’m supposed to be quiet in my prayer. Silence in prayer gives you the answers after time. Noise in prayer, spoken word, thought, fear, it has no place in belief in the first place! I hear a drum in that. The truth in all of this is I cannot cease my prayer, I can, however, stop my thoughts… they’re getting in the way of the truth, in the way of my instincts, the fullness of Love…

What am I searching for? What miniscule clue have I left that I might recall the way Home…

Do I imagine my belief as sacrosanct, who am I to know God’s instruction, I can barely function in everyday life, but that’s about to change its skin, from one of my mind getting in the way of my mind, at long last, it's…

8.17.12 The Equality of Forgiveness…

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If I come back around the next life and I forget where I am, Love’s set to intervene. Love will never get caught off guard again at the powers found in belief.

Prepare yourselves to evolve, spiritually, physically and mentally, but there I go repeating myself...

Love is not just an action word, it’s a verb of grand proportions ready to burst at having been absent in full for so long, it’s also a performance. Each piece is integral to its song. Will it be exclusive or inclusive? Will it be combative or melancholy? Will it give into belief or face the truth- Again. I repeat myself…

I’m merely one of the next ones as we are collectively one?

(Headache.)

Me too…

(Silence…)


© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

8.17.12 If I Were God

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If I were God I’d end all of man’s foul use, war, genocide, murder, mayhem and greed, slavery and wickedness, lies and control.

(Slavery is voluntary…)

God doesn’t need me, the (H)eartH of Love is the one that summoned the next one to speak on her behalf, the Mother.

I hadn’t imagined it… I couldn’t resist her beauty. She is Love and Forgiveness and I must return her joy to her out of duty…

(Never heard of such a thing.)

Real or imagined, I will be spirit.

(Yes you will…)

I’m nothing special. Is that why I cannot know?

(Discuss your loving belief out in the open throughout your walk and you’ll be led down a path of outcomes, all correct in their framing.)

Save the idle chats, I’ve need to imagine the truth of my reality. It is not what I imagine it is. It is the ultimate suffering ground due to our being sightless in our beliefs. We were born to create, whether we're doomed or our spirits are lifted away from our fear that Love might again soar within us...

(Must be payback for all …

8.17.12 THE BIRDSONG’S LAMENT

The birdsong makes its way into my prayer, is my prayer, part of the fullness of Love. If this is not Heaven I’ll follow you off the cliff of illusion. Fall dark spirit, fall. Soar a loving belief that shakes the very exactness of Life and what good it is. Goodness, peace and love, without them upon us, we’ve little room to wiggle.

I often use the exclamation point to many of these prayers. One has the answer.

Look within them and you will see a pathway adorned with your name. Help me dear me to have always been immortal I seem to have lost my footing or I’m being led like a Billy goat up a steep trail lined in forgiveness and Love, for without one, there cannot be the other…

Because I’m NOT God, I find math impossible most of the time, that and I’m you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and me and you and you and you and you and you and you and you.

I’m just me. This is our dance of which I’m just one part of, there is you and you and you and you and you and you…

8.17.12 NEAR HER

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I want to be near her for most of the day that I then might wash her lovely skin of any of my foul use.

I wrestled you off you arrogant uncleanness! Your stench does not bother me, it’s your deception that crawls over me, honing its teeth for a sideshow instead of the true return of Love…

She will rise up when we summon her with our plunder…

I forgive and, more importantly, forget. The remedy is found in my trust of the Mother’s eartH, Love, forgiveness, compassion…

Let go of your religion. Let it breathe its fervent notes of Love and God, let it exhale your belief’s fear and inhale your Love’s return…

O! Such mystery deserves a further assessment! Isn’t it our duty as a citizen of eartH to at least imagine the eartH as Home in our beliefs as much as we imagine our future arrival in Heaven elsewhere?


© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

8.16.12 Laying the Spirit to Rest

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With head held high, I summon her fullness of Love and end up pleasing Creation in the process...

I challenge the one Exactness when I buy into beliefs instead of being content with laying the spirit to rest in peace at Home...

(Live in peace do not die in war.)

If I knew diddly squat, I'd say that made sense…?

(Silence…)

Anything else?

(Live among one another in harmony, in silence for much of the day, and when you do choose to open up and say "blah" it must be something loving, if nothing, then certainly not your fear...)

Love, peace and goodness to you, yours and the eartH…

(Echo…)


© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

8.16.12 My Stranglehold on Instinct

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I do not know. I'm being led. Let it happen... What comes this way?

(I don’t know? I remember very little.)

Let go the fullness of Love for it to return on the dove's wing whispering a loving peace into the ears...

(What?)

No outcomes, since belief is never-ending.

Vanquishing fear certainly helped to snatch away the stranglehold on instinct.

(And Love's the one I chose.)

Forgive... and forget, keeps the ego in check, all these memories that
mean so little in the treatment of the Mother.

Rather remember the important stuff at this juncture in the play and forget the irrelevant stuff. It's real and its jaded and its set to pop, so let's give it up to Love and prepare ourselves to make her clean again, away from our foul use...

Perhaps we are animals first, thinking beasts second and only after we pass away are the spirits we collected in our lifetime allowed to dance…

The spirit collector paid me a visit. She smiled her delight beneath my feet and I was instantl…

8.14.12 LAST TRANSMISSION AGAIN

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We're one, and that is the lesson we've faced that we may remember, there will always be something greater in the next life and so on. We're almost there…

To see genuine joy is a miracle, so why don’t we get to performing our Love song to her before we pass this thread on through, beyond the dead into the dying.

It's another way of saying, give up your eye on the crown and be grateful she's forgiving or this our story might eternally cease. It is beautiful, our story. It is painted with Love and Life and Laughter, but now is not only the time for gleeful laughter, now is time for Life and Love and for us to rise to the occasion.

(Scribe, do you mean-)

I mean nothing.

(Nothing?)

I'm not going anywhere from this belief. There's more to this game than meets our eyes and darts in and out of our slothful searchers of Love. The eartH’s not to be taken for granted, she’s meant to be always our belief’s forward vision. This territory might seem dangerous, but bene…

Looking Up

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Stop looking up so much, look at the ground in front of you, the rock, the mountain the stream the river the tree the expanse of Love’s kingdom. Do not destroy that which is not yours, it’s rather impolite. ...Still, I sense in your delight a most fervent prayer.

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

All That Counts

Now’s all that counts, and now I’m ushering in the fullness of Love! What happened to the fear? Fear? Who’s to say, as long as I never open myself up to its ever consuming pathway again…

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

Our Every Need

Imagine where that which gives to our every need and now our every whim is in all of this. Bring forth your justice now, Love has summoned Creation, not the other way around.

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

Beyond Brotherhood

I love you beyond brotherhood, I’ve watched as you slid down into your self-ingested despair, and there’s just too much of it for you to breathe without it. Thing is, your climbing to the truth with me, all loving spirits are entering now, anonymously, Love as our singular consciousness. We care for one another in the loving reality. We’re nearing her belief, not just our own…

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

She's Rising to Greet Humanity

She will rise up when we summon her with our plunder…

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

I Climbed a Long Way

I climbed a long way, too. But not before the mislaid branch that brought her joy to soar among the children who have entrusted in you their spirit dear brother, be sure to honor that with a full throated honesty.

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

After I Began to Pray

I was lost, I was blind, but now I see that there is no other way around it, ladies and gentlemen, I believe beyond doubt that it wasn’t until after I began to pray did I find the pathway to Love&God, just one of the billions of flesh, rock, trees, air, water, mountains, oceans and seas and all the (H)eartH and spirit.

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

Grand Symphonies

I forgot what it was like to do this, the arrangement of one of Life’s grand symphonies, I don’t know, but I believe it.

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

great suffering found

I forgive you of the great suffering found in my not knowing…

We’re the salvation born there along with God, the spirit, if you will …


© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through and with Mark and Michelle Prime

8.13.12 She Desires that We Listen

I have a feeling I just figured it out… If our belief is conclusive and the one chosen by God and Love- wait… Does Love have a consciousness? Does God fair as well? Now imagine a belief so profound that it is real? The obvious is beneath my feet and they request my presence as the scribe of some final Covenant, or so I believe. I have been summoned to write my story told me from the mist of belief.

The haze of injury set my clock to ticking as who I was born to be and I’ve been afraid to acknowledge it, afraid you’d never accept.

Would I die for you? Yes. Would I rather live for you? Yes.

Without question, we are what we know in our instinct, we’ve just mucked it up a bit…

Trust in Love, it has come at last in my dream, she desires that we listen more than we talk, that we conjure the most beautiful of thoughts.

We truly summon the beast of despair when we’re lost and suffering her very air! Make it like a movie and dance as you rumble my sky and douse me with your sweet nectar, t…

Negotiating with the Hostages

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Maybe, if we'd have thought more about and had been more grateful for our most loving of fortunes, we'd have never had to find ourselves here, after some time of ignorance to the truth to begin with, we'd have known better.

Is it truly our fault alone for not having recognized the amount of suffering from our own creation and our intelligence and our own utter lack of truth and/or knowledge? We didn't create God and Love, Love and God created us. Let us forgive them for our idiocy and in turn they might forgive us.

(Sounds like you're negotiating with the hostages?)

Our inventions can all be extraordinary and loving to humanity and to the eartH of Creation instead of them being held hostage by fear.

We just simply need to be who we were born to be and let the fear (ego) fade away...

It’s already fading. What, you think me asleep? I scribe the overwhelming number of spirits intentions toward who they believe they were born to be.

If your take on global warming (…

Without the Free Will, Love Would Have Already Ceased Her Gait

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A friend of mine just responded to the word “compassion” with, “Pain you decide to feel.”. Lovely way of seeing the word in action, placing yourself into it that you might feel through its skin, through its every thought…

Is that the pain we decide to feel or is that the pain of Love boiling in our veins?

(It’s both. Without the free will, Love would have already ceased her gait within us, or would be pointless to exist.)

Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love me and you and you and you and Love and you and you and you and Love and Love and Love and you and me and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and Love and Love and Love...

(Silence…)

And you and you and you and you and you and me and Love and you and you and you…


© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through…

8.11.12 It Just Didn't Happen for the Reason Written History Claims

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My God… It happened, it just didn’t happen for the reason that written history claims, I believe quite the opposite occurred…

Saviors surround this globe! They are you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and me and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and we and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you…

Let us stand up then and act like one…

There is no need for my personal take on this belief, is there, or is it that you think I should merely scribe as if I myself am a machine instead of the same as you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and I and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you…

(What about me?)

Yes. Me and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and…

8.10.12 Garage Sale in Heaven

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In my belief...

Is there a garage sale in Heaven today? Mountains for pennies on the dollar, rivers to lease for oil and squalor to have their way upon her sacred ground, soil tortured into itself, another casualty along our way. She will not allow us, man and woman, to war our way into oblivion. The Heart(H) has better things in mind for us to do.

Her affections are untouched, her skin we’ve torn, nectar wasted. Her sorrowful smile’s about to take a front seat to the truth within our grasp. Many don’t need medicines to reveal their forgiveness and prayer to reach the edge of belief. The steady stream of truth that dances over our unawareness is like a dandelion blowing in the wind, a bird soaring over head, a Lion roaring his approval, his Love brings her breath to him with his eternal vow with Creation, that she would never die…

We’re already God, we seem to have forgotten. The child of God can only rise to be the God of Peace, or to be the Great and Grand Mother of all Life. If yo…

Ready To Cleanse All Foul Use From Off The Loving Spirit

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In my belief...

There are no heroes set to come, no superman, no savior, save for our entrance at long last ready to cleanse all foul use from off the loving spirit that’s twisting her limbs to speak the Mother’s tongue…

In four days I will have begun to seek God and Love in silence and prayer, that they might bid me council. Whatever’s on its way is beautiful, but one that might shock us into a much deeper than our present catatonic state.

I debated whether to speak only I or me or to speak as preacher, or write a song and let God take it from there. The latter seemed the likely candidate of where I’ve begun to get a sense of where I’m being led…

I am speaking a belief, or so I thought, when in truth, I’m really pleading for some help! Not with my mind, with my journey, for we’re all on the only pathway known to eartH, Love. She is Love and she is forgiving and she is humble, I mean the kind of humble that even I would dare not try. Listen with your loving spirit, bring your affecti…

8.09.12 A Shell of Flesh and Bone and Spirit

In my belief...

It takes the fullness of Love, so let us hope that by combining our loving spirits as one full Love we can come to the rescue as angels of our fellow steward’s in need. Keep laughing my friends... It is one of the best medicines for the weary worn, that and the natural remedy of full Love. I am praying for you my friend.

When a shell of flesh and bone and spirit brings such laughter, imagine the spirit of full Love swimming all through him along with Creation? We are animals first, spirit's second, yet would not be without the pair betrothed through both hardships and peace. Know Love first, before laughter, otherwise it's just self-importance streaming by our sight...


© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

We're Imprinted with the Mother’s DNA

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In my belief...

We're imprinted with the Mother’s DNA.

(You believed in them, too. It’s about to get a little tricky in here and searching for your place.)

Was it I that ushered this in?

(No. Not alone, in the least…)

All of us had better get to Loving and stat! We do, and we’re set for Heaven, we don’t, were set for- who knows?

(Boom shacka lacka lacka-boom boom- should never be the sound of a bomb.)

I shouldn’t need to imagine the great unknown, it’s unknowable for a reason and we’re sitting ducks, unaware of our downfall…

(Rise up out of your thinking hell now and begin to make amends.)

Don’t shoot the messenger…

(If that is your wish, come to me and I shall speak of it.)

We’ve been waiting how long now to unchain ourselves from our thinking and live in Heaven with the fullness of Love as was intended…?

(Side note: A chemical is said to be fired at our birth, might this be the message of truth that lets us know who, what, and where we are when we are at our beginning and our eversl…

Lost to my own Translation

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Oh my dear. This song of mine is meant for you for you inhaled most of your suffering at my breaths. And it is you that summons me with your siren’s lament. You are my savior, you gave me the most to remember, you are my Love, my forevermore come to my rescue at my tumbledown descent into agony. Summon me now to speak your bidding. Love has come at last. Keep your truth next to your Love, we’re Silence and Hope, another word for Belief. Take the Love from each and every doctrine and create a belief that is widespread, that is all inclusive, loving, desirable in its totality, eartHly- I had so much I wanted to say... So who am I again in all of this? A mere scribe lost in translation? Lost to his own power, out of his hands, but of his will...

© 2012 Mark Richard Prime

8.09.12 2- imprinted with the Mother’s DNA - 2

In my belief...

God is not incapable you know. God is very capable. God knows. He and she are not upset, they’re broken hearted. Be aware, not afraid, bring your love, persuade with your peace…

She is our God now, for God the Father has turned his back on us and she has forgiven Him. One of the grave sins is to turn your back on your children. Forgetfulness can be forgiven, but the attempted murder of all life cannot. We need to get to forgiving Her…


© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

8.09.12 I Discarded revenge like a snake

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(Junk Culture)
Love is here, she breathes our scent, knows our suffering, for it is hers to bear the brunt of the damage we’ve done to Love...

The Love of God, it is before you...

You haven’t revenge left in you, I took it out, I shed revenge like a snake. I turned you and I both into foes, brother, by my reckless turn. I loved you dearly, so I was left with little choice but to craft it of our pain, and, with the surplus of Love that I had amassed from my affection’s gait, I give to you, my brother, that your Life, your Laughter and the fullness of Love might rise within you at long last.

Go down in the flames of agony, or rise up to the surface of Heaven? I rose and fell to my bloodstained knees begging her to forgive me…

It’s simple really. Really simple actually.

Is that even possible? How could something that was really simple evade our forward vision? The eartH of Creation waits on our actions.

Let’s dance, not weep, unless it is for joy! Let’s not imagine anything greater th…

A child, in my belief, is not subject to humankind’s irreverent idiocy

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I am no exception.

(Got that right, Nimrod!)

We all are born to lead for Love, for Life!

(Rumble and rattle it brother!)

God desires we be Godlike, not sheep. Not Godlike of our stories, but Godlike of our truth. We are true heirs to the kingdom, though our beliefs can sail us beyond our need, belief is most important in realizing where we are…

A child, in my belief, is not subject to humankind’s irreverent idiocy but by the very nature of the atmosphere they were ushered into. Imagine lifetime’s wasted in our rush to be a believer instead of one in the know? Idiocy…

The Grandmother brings from her loins the pathway to God and Love, be careful what you ingest, if your pride is wider than your humbleness and mocks its very need, you’ll wind up in a dilemma like I find myself in as we speak. Be certain that you’re the next one before you imagine that your quest was to challenge God and Love or to become Love and God. One slip there and you and I go tumbling down into our desires, mine,…

8.07.12 Love is set to direct this show

Oh God, oh Love. We are set to be our prayers? Oh please say it is so! Speak! For the sake of Love and God, speak your loving prayer!
Am I trying to change the will of God and Love? Yes.
It’s simple. Talk to God and Love in truth, not in your doctrine, but in you...
Oh! Love is set to direct this show, not we insignificant shells hell-bent on agony and fire and brimstone because we think we imagine that we know one unknowable thing!
By then it will be beside the point, save for that of what we will. See? I fell over from thinking on that one for a brief moment, not in time, but in eternity. If we don’t realize where we are, and soon, she will rise and we will be sitting ducks, so to speak. God and Love will have done nothing but react to their nature. We are part of our nature, understand? 
I was born again because I was finally beginning to realize just where the hell I was and I decided to change it. My head’s flipped upside-down my friends so Heaven is where we’re at! A rat-a-tat-tat d…

FEELS LIKE TRUTH TO ME

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I believe that I am scribing, according to all evidence before me, the words of something far greater than I ever imagined of my self. I believe the words flowing out of me are truly the words of Love and God. Oh my, what a daunting task... I welcome my belief over any I've witnessed in this lifetime, beautiful as they may or may not be, they fall short of the one exactness, or so I believe, for I don't know anything more than the next, I just know that it instinctively feels like truth to me...

(Echo…)

(Silence…)


Love…

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime