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Tell Me

Boom boom go the drums!
Tell Me who I am comes the echo!

If I don't know Me in the echo,
I better get to know the drum.

Tell Me who I am,
be the echo to my drum.
What do you say?

(Why?)

That I might recognize my purpose
and make my way across the stage.
That I might have you remember
that it's not where We're going,
it's where We've been,
where We are.

(Home.)

Writ large...

© 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Boom boom...

I will do what I can to remain in prayer that you might see my change and my sorrow for what I've done...

If I have been forgiven, I must then know the reason.
If I can't remember, I must be told.
If I can't be told, I must believe.
See?
The story that unfolds before Me is both belief and reality, a sliver between them holds me in the dream.

Boom boom, don't scream...

© 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Beating the Band

There are many spirits within Me, dancing to beat the band.
I'm ready to evolve our dance further down the rabbit hole.
The noise now skyrockets, as if they want me to end these words.
Inevitably the dance brings me back to scribing without awareness.

I am awake in my waking Life.
The spirit is waiting at the edge.

Peace

© 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Blessing

I do not remember. I do not know.
I know without knowing, a glancing blow, a ricochet,
an echo of something loving.

I do not recall. I do not know.
I know without a fullness required to summon a memory
of those I knew and even some that I know.
It's a dangerous atmosphere, not the kind of danger that makes us shudder,
but the kind that increases the heart rate,
the breathing, just enough to feel our animal emerge.

I say I only seek the truth and perhaps that's not the way to proceed. Perhaps I am scribing the pathway for Me to follow? I do not know.

I am becoming familiar with this dance, in and out of prayer.

I do know, but it seems, at this juncture, to always be accompanied by not knowing. A blessing or a curse?

(Echo)

Blessing...

© 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Advocation

The advocation of a spanking to "control" a child is not what we need... What we need is to recognize our own idiocy, We adults... consumption, war, murder, rape, genocide, over consumption, waste, the want of money, want and want and want, poisons dumped in our water, forests clear cut, mountains fracked, oceans drilled for more and more and more, consumption far beyond our needs.

And we wonder why children seem out of control? They're learning from We hypocritical adults.

Boom boom...

Peace


© 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

If that is Your Wish

Love knows that I am no fool, I know Love through and through.
Without Peace, Love shall not breathe,
and without Love, Peace shall succumb to war.

If that is your wish,
I ask that you remember this,
Love cannot be without Peace
and Peace cannot be without Love,
if both fade away, the truth will rise
void of humanity...

Peace and Love, Forgiveness and Laughter
Truth

© 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Peace Without Borders

Support the troops by ending all war,
we can then support a warless magnificence,
a natural evolution of Love's fullness,
a peace without borders.

Support the peacemaker
and there'll be no need for warriors,
wounded or otherwise.

Peace

© 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

To All of Those that Believe

To all of those that believe in something...

I beg of you to not imagine your belief only at its most pleasing never-end, imagine it at its most unpleasant never-end, too.

Imagine its horror, if it has one, imagine its most wretched fate placed upon your fellow brothers and sisters.

Now, if you wouldn’t wish that fate upon even your worst enemy, change it.
Change it, not within them, but within you…

Peace

© 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Spirit Speaks With Love

The spirit speaks with Love, not at Love.
The spirit dances with hope, not with gloom.
The spirit will speak the truth, it's had enough of deceit.

Boom boom on the street
Faith filled in, yet incomplete
Eat too much, consume more than our share
Slow down, slow your pace
Love begs us to witness its trace
Within and without our sway
But all inclusive, one size fits all pass
Boom bang, fragrant flowers and green grass
Bing bong, happy faces with a warless grace

Peace

© 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Man Overboard!

Just had a good long conversation with a spirit whom I hesitate to "name", at least name anything but, free spirit. A spirit whose demeanor spoke a familiarity, an old familiar song. Man and spirit next to Me, I'd imagine, for me to learn even more of myself, of Me, of We.

I seem to be meeting more and more of these spirits on my journey and I truly welcome each of them. I welcome anyone and all, Love each one, it's just that sometimes my spirit notices something familiar of the spirit, teachers as much as students of Life's ebb and flow, those that know,
know Me before I them.

(Man overboard!)

Hush, manic spirit, this is not the time for your antics. I'm thinking clearer now. It seems to be how it's working, I'm opening myself up more and more to the truth within all and everyone, ergo in Me, in We, in the dance long ago in progress, an awakening within my portion of the one spirit, the loving grace born in all.

(Oh. Then I am so sorry, scribbler.…

Soaring Words

Let these words soar!
Bring them forth and celebrate their truth!
Don't hold them within anymore!
Set them free of your hold and sing! Damn it sing!

(Boom boom...)

© 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Needs We Must Cherish

Those with special needs we must cherish, not pity. Our pity doesn't serve them or the greater good, it only manages to bring us to envision ourselves as different instead of equals. Difference is learned. It's the first of a series of lies we tell the children.

It will do little good to point out the series until we suspend our disbelief...

Peace

© 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

The Great Divider

"News" is the great divider,
we should not listen,
we'll hear nothing new,
only be separated from the truth...

© 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Humble More

How much more humble do want me to be?
Humbled until I’m silent and in my place?
Bent in subjugation at your feet?
Locked away for loving the human race?

Methinks I’ll not bow to such demands,
instead speak my mind and clap my hands,
rejoice in the words of Love and Peace,
give you good vibrations from sea to shining sea.

Boom boom…

© 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

With Our Forgiveness

Dear spirits, one and all, let us join together as family, as cousins of the one seed as we were born to be.

Creation beckons us to join hands and come forward with our Forgiveness, to and from, for having never known. Let us reap and sow what we have created of our experience, and without any fragments of Hell, but as a collective upon our Heavenly Home, paradise for one and all...

Peace and Love


© 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

A Thin Line

There's a thin line that seems to be growing,
a merging force of good,
less about belief, more about my knowing.

I need to believe beyond the consumptive self,
beyond the broken windows of man’s glass dwellings,
beyond the broken family and the wars of aggression,
beyond what I imagine of another,
a sister and a brother,
beyond the skyline of our hope,
into the value of the Mother,
into the truth of our birth
and the kinship that’s ours to remember,
beyond our recent memory
and into our birth, water, soil and timber…

A wake up call for a story upon invisible wings,
a pristine hope that’s soaring the colors blue and green,
beneath the sky and the feet, my most humble needs,
set to smile upon the streets. Hope that repeats,
again and again and again,
remaining to the neverend.

The righteous man wants me to follow,
the leader wants me to vote,
the commander wants a sacrifice,
a life for mine or mine for a life.
I think I’ll vote “No”,
rather be a peacemaker and end all the wa…