Hear the Thunder?

What's wrong with us thinking beasts?

(Thinking instead of doing?)

Thinking? Really? To what end? The undoing?

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All questions, no answers.? What on (H)eartH am I doing asking these questions instead of finding their answers and freely giving them to you?

Here is a gift, a bit of wisdom, not from me, from that which is within me- the fullness of Love and Forgiveness, Peace and Laughter, and then some...

Truth is singular. Truth is One. Truth is. Truth.

(He told the man that he himself is disabled?)

(That's the same thing I heard.)

(Me too. Don't believe it, but I heard it.)

Boom boom...

(Did you hear the thunder?)

(He told the man he is disabled?)

(That's the same thing I heard.)

(Me too. Don't believe a word of it, but I heard it.)

That's upside down, spirit. Best you flip it to it's loving side and give it a whirl! Sky is not the limit, eternity and Love are the limitless, beyond our tiny thinking possibilities, thought I'd climb up a ntch or two and spring forh the rumble of Love.

He is to tell them what he knows without knowing, where he comes about to face the (H)eartH and realize who he is at long last, I am her and I's savior, and she mine, both flesh and bone, breath and laughter, death and tears, spirit and Love, truth and Forgiveness, Laughter and God...

I've been gone for far too long now my friends, whatever has a hold of me, I believe it to be Love and God beyond a shadow of any doubt, therefore making my reality a thing of now...

Come to see the garden that I've built while upon the soil, come to see the flowers, come to see the food, either way, stay and dance a while in God's Garden called (H)eartH...

HeartH, a Home away from Home, a Haven away from Heaven, so to speak, you see? A makeshift Haven or even a real Heaven, let's do away with our hell.

Just how deep into the fray have I fallen?

(Hook line and-)

Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy!
I can't imagine why
Why would you imagine
I would fall for that lie?

(What lie?)

The lies that Fear still tells in order to indoctrinate my mind into just throwing up my hands and rendering unto God and Love what is theirs and not mine, all and everything. It is not I that will not relinquish my hold, it is Love and God, it is their promise to me, to set me free to be who I was born to be. Free to walk, fly or soar...

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Where were you men and women of God when the war in Afghanistan and Iraq commenced, where are you now with your speech matching your belief? Your fledgling belief can summon more than just Heaven, my friends, it can summon an agony with which for you to create your reflection of the self and its use on the (H)eartH. Choose...

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Gardener, Baker,
Children, Peacemaker,
Sad Person, Happy Person,
Unknown One, Willow Leaf.

(What?)

Old medicine.

(What?)

Now an even older medicine.

(What?)

Willow Leaf.

(Is it?)

Is it what?

(Is it medicinal?)

What?

(The willow leaf!)

Beats me...

(Shit...)

It's a name, Willow Leaf.

(Who's name?)

An old spirit, perhaps. I honestly do not know.

(Willow Leaf just came to you, is that it?)

Yes.

© 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime