"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'
(The Weaver's Song)