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Gallant Wind


Sorry if I get caught up in this dance with one another's spirits in my prayer and it surprises you. Not a weird thing, a real thing.

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The song is and has always been playing beneath our virulent energies, just out of the fullness of our perception...

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There is still the self to contend with no matter how we try to diminish our role in it all...

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Let's have a Love summit, a belief summit if you will, not about the same beliefs of Love, Suffering, take your Jesus off of the cross already! Not about the fear, the wrath and the vengeance and these rigid holdings, like those we've had for thousands of centuries now. Let us beg another covenant of God and Love. This time, we're bound to get it right...

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The spirit sat nearby, wanting only to see that it was betrothed to me. It is, we are, I am, what's the difference, kind spirit?

Live, Love and Laugh...

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Will we gather in this spiritual valley and fear nothing, for it is ours to fear and ours to create...

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The gallant wind carries the warmth beneath its wings of ice and fury.

(Fury? You don't know the ice's fury, you live in Northwest Arkansas, scribe!)

Who said anything about the ice's fury?

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This dance often feels like a staircase winding its way loose in my belief, in the person I was born to be. Be. Be. Me? Be. Be. I am.


© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime


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