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(H)eartH and Skies


The (H)eartH and Skies are the wonderment of Creation, and the Heavens of Exactness.

Now and now and now Life utters its speech, flutters its truth.

Seen and heard, known by all, the language born within.

The sun brings warmth down upon us without fail, while the light of all the great and many stars are a radiant feast upon the original altar.

The sunrise is the recurring birth to life's symphony and the sunset is nature's lullaby bowing to the grace of dreams.

Creation moves forth in the constant fluctuation of all things, its course, the never ending revelation of kinship.

The vibration that runs through all, the breath of all things as the imperfect perfection, the breathing testimony of Creation, great and small. 

The voices of exactness are a chorus of angels with wings bent upon the Heart(H), a shade tree, a lush valley, a brook for our thirst,  "all is going to be okay" its moving echo.

The original altar is sacred evermore, we, its trusted and humbly righteous caretakers.

Water is (H)eartH's life affirming nectar, the air, our breath, the soil, a cushion for love's seeds... cherishment, laughter, satisfaction.

Remember them as our gifts, for in remembrance comes our duty and our reward, the circle of life.

We must always recall such great fortune and never imagine ownership outside of our individual shells. 

So be it...

 © 2015 Mark Richard Prime


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