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Forgiveness Stands Nearby

"Whoever" you are inside my head, I greet you at last with a loving smile knowing your character best, you'd rather laugh and love while you live, Heaven beneath the feet...

Wink wink nudge, tis but a blind man. In this case, not literal, but in the spiritual, I was stagnant if not slipping to the hell that was my calling, to be who I am.

O! This is a great guilt I've chosen to carry all of these years. The rage alone could feel eternity's neck...

I chose Love...

I will know. The spirit will tell me, it is I that has to listen and scribe it as I believe I heard it from these wordless truths. Freewill ain't all it's cracked up to be...

I don't exist in your reality my dear flesh and bone Mark Richard Prime, you belong to Love. You can be Christ or you can be Love.

(I can't be one without the other, lesson early on this a.m.)

I exist enough, but being who I am, well that's tough. I want to rise to the highest air and remember I'm connected …

What Do You Expect of Me?

Talk to me my brothers and sisters, let's build this our Heaven into our desires and our loving dreams...

I took the devil and brought Love all through him. no more bogeyman, no more a trance, but a full thoroated warble to the eartH and all she is!

If I have stepped on any toes, I beg your forgiveness, I'm doing my best to dance my way out of hell...

I may have been doing my best song and dance for far too many years now, but how else could it be, was I a danger to anyone really? No. I was, at that stage of the dance, tumbling headlong into the unknown, but not unknowable, known to any and all, the truth beats belief any day.

I beg of you my Love to come with me on my journey, I feel I'm getting too far away from you. If not in motion, our thoughts must begin to digest all the truth that flows out of my hands.

(Your truth?)

Of course my truth, is there another truth to me? Let us all begin to dance our fullest of the Truth of who we are...

If you tell me you will not hav…

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One of these pictures is of the weapons of my choice. Why would I prefer to starve myself of greed within my field of battle? Let me remove my damned mask and begin to be precisely who I am! Bing bang, and a garden being planted- the spirit is already lifted with the prayer that is before them. Answered, ready for an echoing question...

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime