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A Mess of Things

Man, have I made a mess of things. I do what I feel is the righteous thing to do, but others seem to suffer. The last thing I wanted was to hurt another, another you and you and you and you, hurt my father, hurt my mother, hurt this one, hurt that one, too, hurt my sister and hurt my brothers, hurt my child, hurt my daughters, hurt their mom for starters, hurt their trust, hurt their love, hurt my in-laws, hurt my wife! Enough! Enough! Enough! I've done plenty hurting in my life! Done more than my fair share, right? I've had enough, as have all the others, been tumbling long after I started stumbling, plummeting to the bottom without a hold on the top, slamming head first into truth, couldn't stop, hadn't the will, hadn't the brakes, didn't have the wings! I tried flying, I tried dying, see? Even tried living my newfound belief! Enough! Enough! Enough! Enough! Clarinet warbling and drum thumping, violin weeping and guitar strumming, ...

Not Meant

Love’s not meant to hurt, it’s meant to rise up and be heard, seen in the echoes of self-worth, felt in the motion of our breathing birth. Love’s not meant to screech or weep, it’s meant to soar in living’s sleep, swim in our beings down deep, flow in the spirits that we keep. Love’s not meant for fears oppression, or to carry war’s fearful lessons, or be silent to the final confession, Love’s meant to stand tall despite the questions. Love’s the soil. Love’s the water. Love’s the air. Love’s the lion. Love’s the otter. Love’s the bear. Love’s the stars. Love’s the shine. Love’s the flare. Love’s the laughter. Love’s the hug. Love’s the care. Love is… © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Everything Hurts

( Elephant of eartH painting by Sandro Giacomangeli )

Without the Free Will, Love Would Have Already Ceased Her Gait

A friend of mine just responded to the word “compassion” with, “Pain you decide to feel.”. Lovely way of seeing the word in action, placing yourself into it that you might feel through its skin, through its every thought… Is that the pain we decide to feel or is that the pain of Love boiling in our veins? (It’s both. Without the free will, Love would have already ceased her gait within us, or would be pointless to exist.) Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love me and you and you and you and Love and you and you and you and Love and Love and Love and you and me and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and Love and Love and Love... (Silence…) And you and you and you and you and you and me and Love and you and you and you… © 2012 the spirit of Lov...