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THE CHILD IS NOT


Look to yourselves.
Don't be guided by fear of,
be guided by kindness toward...
Time is illusory, the child is not,
they too grow slowly.
Let us assure them of a Home that is cherished as much as they, then they will not learn to be consumers instead of stewards!
Love and Peace are the answer, not just Love and not just Peace, but both that they might continue to breathe for my grandsons, breathe for all children, young and dreadfully old...
Don't plan a future worth repeating, live it now! Your heart will need no "guidance", it will go where it knows is best when the collective begins to cherish Home and all life...
(Is that an absolute I see before Me?)
No. But if there ever was an absolute that one should imagine, it would be this- Love and Peace cannot be separated, divided, cleaved to fit some other truth. The pair, a union like none others, must remain intact, must remain faithful of the others needs and path, and the two as One, well they will be your salvation...
__Mark Richard Prime - Scribe

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

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