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Balancing Act


The world we believe in is real, therefore we must be willing to make amends to the (H)eartH and to one another, that alone will unbind the real violence...

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Have no fear my friends. Your "belief" is part of the story I promised I'd scribe. You are much loved by me my friends, I'm just stopping by along my way Home. You are no exception in my journey, you are one among so many which are all exceptional...

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I got a hold of God and Love and I've no intention of letting go just yet, at least not until they absorb in Me the truth...

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The policy of Creation's governance is to neither aid us nor restrain us in our pursuit (until we make a mess of Life). We are, therefore, single sovereign entities of the (H)eartH. We are free.

When do we begin, in a civilized manner, to step back from our current tumble and begin to make amends to Home and to one another?

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It's the led by God part that we must leave aside in our thinking of another's motives.

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Thoughts are ever-changing... beliefs, then, are too, which leads to a conundrum, huh?

We better get to balancing our beliefs (words) with our deeds...

Peace and Love

Fewer loving thoughts leads to less Love does it not?

With Love intact within, thoughts are naturally nearer to the source, don't they then need to be extended?

One cannot "love" without "thinking", or so it would stand to reason...

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Love may require more attention than just a glance
to absorb all the suffering we've put upon it.

So before we imagine that we are ready,
remember that Peace is with Love, too,
so is Forgiveness and Laughter,
each of those are experienced differently by each human. Remember that there are things that one need pray for,
that one need act toward,
that one need reckon with beforehand.

Love has no fear. Love is king,
and God is all and everything...



© 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

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