Mother and Father Nature are One. A circle that cannot be broken. Love, Forgiveness, Laughter, my Truth, all, Peace and joy in the only paradise in the sky known to man!
Oh my! This is Heaven to us, Heaven to God, Love, Forgiveness, Peace and Laughter, all of Creation, known and unknown...
Is the challenge sufficient, dear readers? Have I now fallen into what I call action without speaking much at all? The spirit dance as I imbibe in a belief that saves everything and all, the whole kit and kaboodle, the care package of all time, our salvation.
O! Kind spirits! Bring me along with you and We, together, can change hell into Heaven! Speak with me, I will in Kind, God and Love are the two that stay in flight in my poem, my ode to Mother and Father, Daughter and Son, Child and Parent, Guide and Savior. To all.To God and Love, the only two things that must be known in order for there to be Peace and Laughter over War and Disaster on the (H)eartH everafter, or until something different comes along and we choose to Create it.
Oh my God! We create it! Have been, will be, are! Reverse course in your thinking not just in your reality so as to save your own ass! Find your most distant memory, the birth of the Child Creator, and begin again in earnest to create our own version of our longed for Heaven. Longed for Peace, who else ha it in their hands to manifest these words? We all do, we are programmed to feel, to receive the message of salvation, your own and Home...
The never-end is up to God with Love at his side, his equal, his partner evermore, enter smiling my dear, we are set to make history from our known birth as Creators, my Love, al shall soon know what it is to be God by their very own fledgling Creation!
All hands on deck! (Rings a bell.) Violence is not an option, only Love! Timothy! Moore! Whatever your name is, where are you going with that aggression?
(I was going to store some in case we needed it to complete the mission, sir.)
Store in case of failure? No. Let it go, brothers and sisters, let it go! We are ready to Love in our fullness, to bring ourselves to truth by standing between our God's wrath and our Love's countenance...
Do rise up and demand that God hear me, hear you, hear We! Pray with me, dance with me, here, or in person, either way, it is ours for the creating.
Boom boom...
(Creation does then begin when the ground is well again. The willow speaks to me in her Grand Mother's tongue, the bird's swoon my sensibilities and speak in a tune I remember. The butterfly of my youth is the same as the butterfly of today, while we change, evolve for lack of a better word, we must also do so in the spirit that waits to be heard inside of us. The butterfly is the same, so am I. My Love is, and will always be, thought I'd join her without incident that stemmed from my actions alone, but from hers...
O my brother, do not maneuver around me any longer. It will quickly fail any commands taken toward me. Come and speak to the horses mouth, unless you don't truly want to hear my truth...
© 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime
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