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Trust in Love

Trust in Love, Mark Richard Prime. It's the way through in your story and it's the way through in your Life, forgo that and you'll have ended it, your made up never-end, but who could blame you, considering the amount of knowledge we'd been limited to for far too many years? We are children of Love and God's evolution, spiritually and physically...


© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Distant Traffic

The distant traffic's humming has lessened for me today, it is almost as if it signifies evolution, summons the truth to its summit, Forgiveness to its feet, Love everywhere within it...

Hold on tight my friends, belief's about to take a turn on the wheel, get your self in order, Love's about to pop!

Rejoice that you do not know until it is known, that you remember your place is in Heaven and you reflect it. Hell's been made up by our fears, I say let's make it out of nothing but Life, Love and Laughter and let the chips fall where they may...

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

I Must Move On

I must move on, evolve, begin my dance with Love in reality and in prayer. I can assure you, I don't regret it. Whatever makes your heart sing, remember it's every note, for that might just be your individual salvation from the wrath of the Mother.

Is it enough? Has it made its way to us from where we began, the birth molecule fires, and it is in that first moment of breath that we know precisely who and what and where we are...?

When I die it is no different, and even without my head, my spirit still lives beyond it and I'm released into the kingdom of God and Love. Wherever that might be is irrelevant, it's what it is, and what it is has a choke hold on human beliefs!

Love's fortune grabbed a hold of me living, laughing, and loving, I wasn't about to let go.

Careful... Do not try this at home, no one under the age of reason need try, and reason, my friends, is coming around the corner. Bing bang down the alley, zip pop ping down the lane, across the field …

The Word and the Scribble

I mean who wants hell? Who really wants to continue to writhe and gnash our teeth in ignorance, pull out our hair for not knowing, for not remembering (there is no difference), and burning evermore in agony because another believes it to be?

Our beliefs are most powerful, my friends, if I had only remembered in time to save the (H)eartH from the myriad of transgressions upon her soil, I might feel better about this revelation. If we believe it, it does come true. So if your version of God is hunky dory with you and yours, then by all means, send yourself to heaven and be lord over hell for eternity right along with the rest of "humanity"...

We are children of God, we must begin to understand that idea. We, my dear friends all, are meant to be heirs in Heaven, so why not begin now in your evolution to Love and Forgiveness? We are meant to believe in something, otherwise we'd be a black hole, untapped, unimaginable and ready to evolve...

(Where are you going with this, sc…

A Nuance

This day rose up with a nuance I'd yet to imagine, the conquest is on, has been on for some time now, and we, the "meek", must begin our solemn duty to believe in something greater than the self! Let us all take our solemn vows and join them in holy matrimony upon the (H)eartH of Creation with a smile and a profound Love for all things, great and small...

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

eartH's Remedy

The eartH's remedy for our fall is found both physically and spiritually, let us imagine ourselves alone against fear. Love vacates the building, and all hell breaks loose. Imagine if the shoe were on the other foot and Love entered in instead, or better yet, Love was able to roam about from spirit to spirit and dance with whomever it pleased and was still able to remain within all of Creation? O! What a dance that will be!

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

In This Boat Together

We're in this boat together, whether we imagine it or not. The spirit's got me right where it wants me and I'm not letting go. The traffic slams me briefly back and I'm reminded of my own foul consumption, reflected in my creaking bones, scars of rage, and ringing head.

The bell's rang at least five times in my life that I recall the significance in their sway. Child, car bending (memory gone, save for that which I knew and now what I imagine I know), screech of tires stomping to consumption's beat, the artist and singer and song writer and dancer and actor and director and story teller and sister, brother, mother, father, niece and nephew, aunt and uncle, grandmother, grandfather, wife and husband, daughter and son, granddaughter, grandson, heart and heart, (H)eartH and Heart(H), love and love, together in peace as was intended for it to earnestly begin, with the fullness of Life, Laughter and Love...

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Pri…

Imagine Such a Thing

Why would we imagine such a thing as war?

(It is inconceivable, numb-skull!)

I don't think that word means what you think it means, said the swordsman to the man standing in the middle with the Swordsman and the Giant at his side...

(Numbskull?)

Inconceivable.

(Is it?)

It must have been for everyone else, but it's who I was born to be literally. When you journey toward the fullness of Love's caress while knowing where you are and where you're going, it's goig to help move things along if you'll begin now to walk in Love and Forgiveness, remember who you are...

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Pop, Snap, Mmm

Soft drinks may not be that healthy when we consume too much, but they certainly are one of humankind's better uses of their taste, his sight and his sound, snap, pop, mmm, the rush of refreshment to the senses. Now imagine had we but left our water as it was intended? That'd be a rush worth a snap, pop and an mmm to each of us. It'd be the one size fits all kind of refreshment instead of our additions from genius to stupidity, a blindness so steep that it would test the mind's will to remember such a dismal affair as the one we had all created... and the test would be a roaring success. Who knows? Don't care... now is all that matters when you're in eternal Heaven and you're sight's beginning to return...

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Come Together

Stop dividing and come together like never before and begin your prayers to Love! Bring your thoughts smiling upon the gift that is Life! What other way could we have imagined? We should have kept our eye on the ways of Truth and Light and summoned Love and Forgiveness...


© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

The Dance is On

The dance is on and I could not be happier, God and Love both are breathing in me as we speak, so I know who I am without remembering it...

The truth in the knowing part is most fervent and resolute that i begin to speak.

(You are speaking, Scribe! If you only "knew"! You're so caught up in both your reality and your belief that they're beginning to resemble one another!)

Then I am reaching a balance within and without...

I don't know anything, I believe...

But I am not belief! I am me! Who I was born to be and if belief (imagined) will marry our reality (the unimaginable we'll live happily ever after at last and everybody and everything has a part to play in the thrilling comedy of Love...)

What you must think of me now when reflected against then? What you must have thought of me then with my face of two sides and my dance of flailing rage? I am not that man any longer, I have been born again through belief...

Belief then is something, eh? Belief has its d…

Human Computer

This belief is like a human computer program with all of the bells and whistles, it goes ding-a-ling in some of the words and signals an S.O.S. in the others. It is a balance to met before we descend into complete chaos and lose our wits entirely, given the wit's propensity toward corruption and failure instead of toward Love and Forgiveness...

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Writing My Story

I am writing my story, which just so happens to include all of you. Uh oh. I've written a conundrum that only I know the answer to. All else would know it too if they had kept their promise to Love...

I am not one to talk on the favors of Love, I've forsaken my share and from that of my wife! I am ashamed for my choices and I think I bid the keeper of fear to a challenge while in the deepest of realities, the agony I brought to myself through my choices alone, what was I thinking? I pray I never create a hell in which to live again.

If we're going to pray that Heaven be created, why do we actively prey upon the very thing that can assure it?

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

The Truth in the Knowing

The dance is on and I could not be happier, God and Love both are breathing in me as we speak, so I know who I am without remembering it...

The truth in the knowing part is most fervent and resolute that i begin to speak.

(You are speaking, Scribe! If you only "knew"! You're so caught up in both your reality and your belief that they're beginning to resemble one another!)

Then I am reaching a balance within and without...

I don't know anything, I believe...

But I am not belief! I am me! Who I was born to be and if belief (imagined) will marry our reality (the unimaginable we'll live happily ever after at last and everybody and everything has a part to play in the thrilling comedy of Love...)

What you must think of me now when reflected against then? What you must have thought of me then with my face of two sides and my dance of flailing rage? I am not that man any longer, I have been born again through belief...

Belief then is something, eh? Belief has its d…

Heard Beneath

Salvation can only be heard beneath the noise at this moment, but the next and the next, who knows? Maybe we'll get it and become more silent in our consumption of paradise and pray that Heaven comes along...

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

One of Those Things

Ownership is one of those things that we must reckon with and conclude we own our selves and that is all we own. Even that was born/reborn in me, so I'm good to go, I always have been, I just needed to flip my head bright-side up again in order that I could begin again...

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

What Must I Imagine

What must I imagine it is for me to set her Love free that she might dance joyfully beneath the breathing sun?

(Beat...)

I glimpse her in the child that comes to play from time to time, eyes beaming with curiosity, small hands thrumming the floor of heaven.

(Drum beat...)

The one exactness, whatever it may or may not be is beside the point, and to be quite honest with you, our grave search for knowledge has nearly been nothing but self-importance and entertainment designed to flatter the sense of the self instead of to recognize it’s tattered frame…

(Drum beat...)

No. Love doesn’t happen that way, it’s much harder, said the adult.

It is Love, spoke the child.

(Violin...)

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Praying To

I'm praying to the eartH is essentially what I'm doing. I mean after that which is beneath my feet, the one thing I can possibly truly know in the flesh and bone, it's what I believe that follows her beauty.

(It's not rocket science! It isn't as difficult to grasp once your eyes are opened, Scribe.)

Eyes and mind.

(What's the difference?)

Exactness. I am the "God" of my own mind, my own personal belief, it can be no other way in my eyes, yet in my belief, all are God, so what choice did I have really but to follow my Heart(H), which is everything and all, and that, my friends, is a "hell" of a lot of spirit, both fearful and loving! Rejoice that I am coming to for all and everything, even against my own will or even against a majority of my corporeal thinking, thought I'd change my reality as we speak, Heavenly Home instead of ghastly Hell. A Heavenly Home, My Lovely angel Love, my child, my children, my family and friends, but there I…