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Reasonable Human


HUMAN: O! This is Heavenly Home! Why must I swamp the landscape with my foul ugliness?

REASON: Surely your causes,your beliefs, can summon a greatness to flow from the spirit?

HUMAN: It has been my reality and I could not know it until the truth was revealed to me of my course. It's no one's fault but my own for having breached the sanctity of Life, Love and then God. I am not a lost child, I am found. Now I pay my penance, lift all to a Heavenly spirit that's been waiting for humankind to finally create a model beneath their feet for their imagined heavens, it would serve the (H)eartH well to be so imagined...

REASON: Fear chose you so long ago now.

HUMAN: I never once felt truly afraid of what had a hold of me. My spirit would sometime's soar, but it soon took the fearful direction on the pathway toward Love and the (H)eartH and child and mother and loyalty and friend and forgiveness and peace. I've climbed my way to the surface of Heaven, boy I sure didn't like what I saw when my eyes finally opened.

REASON: I was a tad bit behind and had to play catch-up and fast and this poor schlub, Mark Richard Prime, hadn't a wise-ass clue as to what he was tumbling toward...

HUMAN: The silence was overtaken by the traffic, but not before I caught a glimpse of why I'm here in this moment, Love and Forgiveness anointed me with Peace and Laughter. I am a new person, born again after I suffered for the sins of the self, and that's all of us.)

REASON: Surely you've not suffered enough for 7 billion sinners, human?

HUMAN: Perhaps not, but I can guarantee you this, I will not return empty handed. The spirit of Love and Creation's (H)eartH move within me and this journey has just begun!

REASON: Sins are the rub. Without them it would leave Love, Forgiveness, Peace, Laughter, Truth and Goodness as model for humankind's desired Heaven.

HUMAN: Sin’s another word for fear and there’s no room at the inn.

REASON: Boom boom said the noise outside my frame!
Bing bang said the scribe who temporarily forgot his name.
Rat a tat tat went the story,
As if an urgency in its message summoned a drum.

HUMAN: I will keep my belief and beg of you to summon a dance with me that I might do what I’m intended to do…

© 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

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