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Relinquish the Suffering



Throw open your church doors, synagogues, mosques, town halls, meeting places, come into the light of day. Bring your hearts pounding with their tremendous Love and dance your Forgiveness out into the fields to play.

Carry your Laughter within the vessel of Peace and glorify what is before you and beneath your feet upon the rhythm tapping out its eternal beat, celebrate your brotherhood and sisterhood with Home,

relinquish the suffering brought about by any and all beliefs. Let go the chaos loosed by your hold within the supple flesh. The spirit of Love cannot be held down, it must breathe. Time's a void, NOW is the moment Creation conceives.

Forget your watch, ignore the numbers and end the clock, no more the slide of the unremitting tick tock, the thrumming of deadlines, the slither of limitations, the drumming of war made silent by all nations. Peace and Love emerging with the pace of the (H)eartH’s splendor. Now begin. Now.

Peace and Love


© 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

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