Being at Peace is different than realizing you're one with Peace. Realizing that your shell was responsible as much for what is inside of you as well as what is outside of you, Mark Richard Prime! Don't presume that this fear put forth by your basest animal's fear of where the hell am I? It's a very good question, don't you think? I mean it fits the paradigm that I'm reaching for, the question of where I am begs so many more before it. Reach, I told myself. Reach down inside all of your foul memories and remember one where you soared! I remember it still, it's the only crystal clear memory I can summon, the rest are all hazy at best. Unknown is how some felt in my lancing of their spirit, so to speak. The pathway has brought me to this moment now... © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime
(The Weaver's Song)