That which is in me, which holds my conscience, which holds my actuality up in the spirit as I stand on the tips of my toes just to get a glance, then I scribe. I repeat this until I'm the spiritual choreographer and by then it's only a matter of believing in the collective's story and not just our own particular story. That'd be seven billion souls with a word or two to say edgewise. Best we get nearest reality with our beliefs and usher in the collective consciousness of Heaven on (H)eartH as it is most Heavenly of all things we know.


© 2015 Mark Richard Prime


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