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BLANCH


We do not have to love,
we do not have to battle for peace.
Peace comes humble and righteous on the circle,
we merely need open ourselves up to the light
within each of us.

Remove our suffering by engaging our brothers and sisters.
We are ready to begin in earnest.
We are prepared to douse the fear that drapes our laughter,
smothers our sense of one another,
suffocates nature’s flux stone-deep.

We do not have to love the air, soil, rock, tree and water,
it just makes sense we do.
Wherever we might journey on the circle,
we must always remember to offer kindness,
honest kindness. The spirit blanches at cruelty,
summons the many spirits to rise up
to its quivering.


© 2014 Mark Richard Prime


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