CONJURER

We conjure the fearful spirit so much quicker than we do the loving spirit.
Have we no cause to celebrate?
Have we no reason to rise up as stewards?
Have we lost our minds as well as our way?

I suggest we find our wits on the trek Home, that way we’ll have no excuse for our parasitic leanings. Instead, we could begin to heal by cleansing our toxins out of everything, allow the (H)eartH to breathe in its natural state for a good while, let Home heal of our shortsighted inventions. Stop fighting and be.



© 2015 Mark Richard Prime


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