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Never a Beginning


There was never a beginning created
or spoken into existence
it just was, it just is

Yes, this is resistance

Consider that man’s word is corruptible
been corrupted, interpupted, disrupted

Insistence, persistence, distance
corrupted. No way it’s indelible
let it go with the rest
it’s a test, its testable
give it a rest
believe in what you know
say it is and it’s so
and it is so

So go now toward your never-end
not some preconceived belief
but your own, inside you and me
within us all in our fledgling stumble
learn now, learn, learn, learn
think, be humble

Hell is not equal to Heaven
create then outside of agony
carve fear from affection
out of your sight, out of your mind
anoher direction

Forget time
it’s done
it’s gone

Draw a line
be prepared to erase it
wipe it away before it stifles creation
begin now, not before, before, before
before silence, sound, light, after
know truth, exactness, correlation, gestation, formation

Take the ebbing truth and shape it
create it
translate it
debate it
make it
don’t settle for it
be with it
be
be
be
before it, before an eternity of befores

Go now

© 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

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