Too Often

We too often manifest what we want and not what we need.

Love is not some truth I possess, but a truth born within from the start, God, Creation, Exactness.

I do not presume to know it, I seek it and evolve along the path toward it and grow within it.

We shouldn't fall on the sword of truth, we should sheath it and begin to act as if we've a lick of damn sense!

Put away the cross! Suffering's speech is too damned great! Let it go, take our salvation off the instrument of suffering! It is so very, very, very simple.

The only thing I do know, that Hell is man's concoction of fear. Can't blame them, though, being left here to imagine the reason we are here. We just need to cherish Home and one another and Heaven will arise whether it be the Heaven of our dreams or not, it certainly beats the mess we're making of the only planet we can live on, at least any Home yet known to us.

There is but one destination, but many worlds to travel.

It isn't hard to find when it is born within us all from birth, we just forgot, or were told otherwise. It is within our vessel from the get go. Makes finding it rather simple and won't require getting in our damn cars to go out and find it...

We'll never destroy the original altar, God might, but we haven't the fire-power...

I do believe that we are all the consciousness of God... if we could but begin to see this, we might salvage our tenure.

WE are the Way, the Truth, and the Life! See it? WE, not one savior to return, billions to be...

Man's genius is self-destructive, more so than any truth in their selfish stories.

It is simple, yet our stories are so convoluted with "us" that it has its hand out, but it never gets too near the truth of the one exactness. We think too much of ourselves. Let us hope that creation sees it the same way...

Perhaps we should all be saviors to home and one another, makes more sense than waiting around as if we are useless...

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime