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War's Graft is a Look Like None Other

You shall not kill your self, child. I may not remember much, but the look on a child's face who's just seen her mother die from war's graft is a look like none other, horror personified by the human touch... I pray laughter return again and you seek your never-end, for end's too absolute, and of your birth was God's grace and everything's within its place. The wound, you must remember, comes from the inside out. Before you is Love, she waits for your consent, not your doubt. You shall not kill your self, child, Love has other plans... © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime
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Who's Thought

(Who's thought?) Beats me... (Love has you singing, dear Scribe! It has you humbled and humbling, where there's one, there's always another.) Something has to happen before I am to begin, and when that time is revealed to me and to all, the spirit will know that I'm writing it down... according to my perception. © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime
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Perception of God

I suppose it depends on our perception of God, of Creation and all within it, known and unknown? It's the unknown that's going to bring the full-bore-injection of the truth in the fullness of Love and God... Forget what you believe for a moment in your day and reflect instead upon your reality for a while. Happy to say that the fullness of Love is coming whether we like it or not. It's Love, so relax and remember that everything's going to be okay... © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime
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Don't Want

I don't want to be God and Love, well, Love sure, who doesn't want to be Loved, but I don't want to be God, I want all and every natural thing, known and unknown, to be within the fullness of God's Love... © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime
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Above Belief's Template

I can, of course, rise above the template that is belief and make it a reality at hand if I choose. I am arising from the ashes of my own makeshift imagined hell. I've climbed my way out of sorts and am finding it hard to grasp all the fortune spilling from my finger tips like clean water, like the green of of everything that's God. Everything is God, don't soil that which is not yours to soil, respect the fullness of Love, imagine the forgiveness all around, change your minds to the tune of what's life, not the sin that has your fears, but the sins that have your dance... In other words Love... © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime
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Stuck Between

...Some stories like to be relaxed, from the toes to the head a warble of Love... I'm stuck between God and the third rock from the sun, the thing I imagined as the Heart(H) and (H)eartH of creation. Bang boom and a rat a tat tat, listen for the rumble in that. Choose between Love and God? That takes on a whole new meaning knowing that I'm joyously stuck between Love and Creation, where I'm meant to be, in order that I learn a thing or two about my self... © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime
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Brother, Your Thoughts

Brother, your thoughts of Eternity were precious to you and you alone, that's the key, keep your belief to yourself, or find yourself face to face with the past. I should know, I didn't have any belief until 2010, when I was given back my sight... © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime
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To Fit the Bill

The message was delivered so deftly, like an arrow dead-center echoing to me... Some stories just need to be told backwards, like belief, from the "end" to the "never-end". Some stories like to be relaxed, from the toes to the head, a warble of Love... © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime
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