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Cover of Flesh


I do not spend too much time with another's "written" thoughts, especially those regarding who they believe themselves to be, or who they think I am supposed to be, I instead read (and interpret, scribe) my own story that is born within Me.

I believe it is what all are meant to do, though I do not know it to be a fact. I know that it'd make one amazing collective story! The One truth born in all with a similar enough through-line to accommodate all on the collective journey upon the circle we call Life.

I think of it as a book whose cover is flesh and whose plot has already been written. Yes. I believe I located that "book", my story within and I'm reading it until I have found the true Me. I scribe my "interpretation" of it without deviating much from the through-line, then I believe I will have found who I was born to be waiting on the internal page and from then on out who I am will walk with Me, within Me, known to my thinking vessel.

I'll read it again, and again, until I've memorized it. It’ll be the one book I was truly meant to read, Me, the flip-side to We.

Peace

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

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