We all are, I'd imagine, as guilty as the rest of relying solely on our flesh and bone assessments. I believe that the spirit has been waiting for us to come around. I needn't know it, I merely need to believe in it and walk away from my illusion's of time and enter in without arrogance, without judgement, without anything as a weight, but tote Love and remember who and what I imagined of myself in the whole picture... © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime
(The Weaver's Song)