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I May Appear


I may appear, at times, foolish in my human shell,
but I have by no means been fooled in the dance.
I have moved through the years in reverse order,
now the light is shining brightly, my spirit is moving outwardly
toting Love and Peace from the inside to the out of Me.

I do not pretend to know, but what I’m given, I believe,
is a truth born within and now being sent through my speech.
The medicine’s (God) changed me from who I had become
to a person now enveloped in Creation’s loving tongue.
She’s with me, is Love, a union with Peace since begun.

My way may seem reckless, but it leads Me to Heaven,
a course set long ago, lifetimes of forgetting where I've been.
The many spirits in Me now, do sense a fateful dawn,
a road less traveled my feet have been set down upon,
The truth of the wind and Me honoring the Mother’s plea,
Creation’s glance upon the very nature of We.

Mark Richard Prime,
the last one
with Love’s agreement
and Peace’s tongue…

Love and Peace

© 2014  Mark Richard Prime

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