Big Medicine Love

God is the spirit that exists in our shells, vessels of the Loving Spirit. I am not God, I am a part of God and if I am a part of God then so are you and if we both are a part of God and God is we, a part of our selves, then, as a whole, we have a better chance at being God-like if we'll but summon it's truth of Love and God and Creation and Mother and Father and Sister and Brother! Boom boom this drama is well into its lifetimes of acts and curtains, ebbs and flows, rattle's and quake, let's us take a stroll by this often, and then remember where we are, the what and the who shall surely follow soon there after...

The medicine's of this (H)eartH summoned me to speak and I am. I may seem unstable, but believe you me, this role is placed deep inside of me, a program to open the door to Love... Love and Forgiveness trace my steps as my tongue wags its belief while forgetting there's a truth to all of it, a vague recollection, a character with the birthright to Heaven...

Of course it can make it about what we owe instead of what we're due. I think the do is up to us...

Do is up to us. We are the doers, everything else seems to be just being. Be. It's what Life is, we've wound ourselves so tight around our beliefs that we forget where we are...our fledgling creation.

My family is very important in this,my immediate family,Mother, Father, Brother, Sister with we three in the back of the pack, the one in between is what moves this story forward through the center of Love... I have just been given a directive to continue to write what I deem and believe God and Love deem loving within my true spirit, the one we were all born with, at birth and at death are we then reborn, where do we wind up when it's over is not something we need concern our selves with, our concern must be with now. Being. I am both being and being who I was born to be. Truth.

Anybody else want to come along for the ride of all lifetimes?

I should have been challenging the establishment, the status quo of consumption, hell, both in our reality and in our belief.

sdrawkcaB nruT (Turn Backwards)

I have been witness to the four pillars and see no reason to carry death there. Doesn’t the world know that life moves for more than just the sons of Abraham? O! I see the stunned throats floating by in the dusk to their stiff-limbed sleep as metal rains down over the Jordan’s western prophet, children dying there. I am here, waiting, breathing in the dusk under the shadow of the patriarch, asking, can we again build the shrine inside the soul and leave our flesh to time? © 2008 mrp/thepoetryman

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SKYFALL

Skyfall... We continue to play along with an unnatural game that has serious consequences, soon we'll find ourselves enslaved without recourse to the system. (Is that true of local charades?) Yes. (Why can't we free ourselves from the system?) The madness of money. (It's not money, it's people, right?) It's both, money and us in tandem, thus assuring money's might and our adherance to its loudness. (Madness...) Indeed. © 2017 Mark Richard Prime

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THE ROCK HOLDS

The rock holds the soil in and from the soil springs the tree, the green of LIFE rolling from the blue, rising to the occasion of itself. . “Be!”, the (H)eartH declares, “Be what you are!” . (We thought we were!) . (We think we are!) . “You are, but not freely, therefore, only a thought, and a thought without much thinking, as if you were scared into it.”, the (H)eartH added. . [a quietude begins, the truth being heard and heeded, grooving to the flow] ~ © 2017 Mark Richard Prime

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CONFESSION ZERO

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