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LAUGHING WATER


Where is our laughing water and our sacred soil?
Where is our beautiful living and breathing air?
Isn't it time to give it all back to Home in this stage of our existence?
Haven't our beliefs nearly toppled the HeartH's crown?
Are we not sufficiently sated at having thrust the knife into Life's veins?
(Too many questions!)
We must assure that the (H)eartH senses our cherishment, our thankfulness for Home.
(Is that a question?)
No. They are thoughts I leave as crumbs for my actuality, as testament to the acknowledgement that these words are breathing.
(That they are, Scribe, that they are.)
I simply pulse the winding experience, give way to the spiritual dance and allow them to speak as they see fit through me.
__ Mark Richard Prime... with the Spirit's agreement

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

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