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God (Love)


(If we're God and we've all of God in us, doesn't that mean that God is good and evil?)

We are born of Creation, God (Love). Some would say that we're only born of God (Love), that God (Love) is not fully within us, to which I say, if God (Love) is all and everything, then within us is born God's fullness, not simply a fraction, but all. Neither God, nor Love, do fractions.

(What?)

All of God (Love) is within our ungrateful shells, within everything and all. It is we the collective that must learn to tap into its fullness and not imagine that we're incapable of being God's (Love's) fullness.

(But then how can we choose to be or not to be good or evil, if, as you say, it's a circle.)

God (Love) is not "evil", humankind's choices are selfish, therefore corrupted. If we made only loving choices upon the circle we would see. We would be rewarded for cleansing the air, the water and the soil. We would be rewarded for living, laughing and loving with and toward our fellow humans.

It is certainly a circle, my inquisitive spirit, it's up to us as fledgling creators to choose how we walk around it and what it looks like toward the loving never-end...

Peace and Love

© 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

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