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Fishy People

Finally! A sport that allows the fish to recycle human waste... © 2014 the spirit of Love and Peace dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Grace within

Seek your child's grace within, seek its Love, seek its Peace, seek its God. Once found, rinse and repeat until who and what is in you is made evident by Heaven's soil giving rise to wonder in the child... © 2014 the spirit of Love and Peace dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Half Naked

We sit around gawking at half naked celebrities, as if the skin covering their human bones was any less sacred than our own. We sit around laughing at those less fortunate, so why wouldn't we mock the celebrity, knock 'em down a notch or three? We sit around bitching and moaning about others, denigrating our sisters and our brothers, building our masks for shame's cover. We sit around and raise our fists to the talking box, work forty hours and mow our lawns, taxes paying for the dropping of bomb's, keeping the roads paved so we can buy more gas to keep our cars and trucks running fast polluting the air we’re lucky to have. We’re working ourselves into oblivion, for what? To die from not having water to drink, air to breathe from being too damned greedy to think? Come on people, let’s think of the earth and one another before the water gets too thick to drink, before the air gets too toxic to breathe. Love one another despite our harmless be...

(H)eartH Mother

The Mother (H)eartH is not weaker than the polluters, it's just that she is very forgiving. Tick tock... We can conquer that which holds ourselves away from sensing our purpose. It is not to conquer anything, it is to submit to Home as most precious. The way to do that is to cherish one another as beings in motion toward the "unknown", upon Home and toward that which we shape, we shape our experience of "reality" as we go forward together... ~ The love of self is the thing which we have had inexplicably altered/stripped away within ourselves. The self gives rise to the collective, the Spirit of humanity's oneness. Cherish one another, cherish Home... Peace and Love © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Money Itself

Money itself is the reason we are raping the environment, (H)eartH, at a pace never seen before in the history of humankind's tenure. Money is the currency of rape... © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Rare, These Children

Climb the walls of oppression! Run as fast as you are able! She waits on your bare footsteps atop the HeartH. The Heart(H) thrums its answers beneath your questions of self… Are they rare, these children born to war? Am I missing something? Doesn’t the worship of war and the worship of the warrior signify that our species has run its course? Fear is steering our ship into hell instead of Heaven. War is the ultimate murderer. It is the life sentence for the innocent and the guilty- And we wonder why our children walk into schools armed to the teeth with rage? Are you kidding me? It’s not the child. It is us, our warring. Stop… What divides us? What has the other done to warrant witnessing their children’s blood splattered on the walls? What grave sin has one to commit to top the slaughter of innocent children, children ripped from the Mother’s grasp, parents shrieking, children’s howling scattered about the landscape? O! War must come to an end! It cannot last for eternity, th...