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ME, I AM


A dear friend once asked me to describe myself, my passion and place in the world...

At that time I couldn't formulate a meaningful answer other than "I am", and though this seemed to satisfy the moment, I have had much time, years, to think on it...

I am. I am the scribe of my belief in my story in the present, the now of our breathing story. I am a scribe that I might sense the story's movement within the center of Love and Peace.

I am Love, Peace and Laughter and I am Freedom and Goodness that I might salvage the truth beneath my feet and before me.

I am the Love and Peace gardener, so to speak, the scribe of my physical and spiritual experience.

I am. My story is yours and your story is mine. I am. We are. One.


© 2015 Mark Richard Prime


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