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War's Graft is a Look Like None Other

You shall not kill your self, child. I may not remember much, but the look on a child's face who's just seen her mother die from war's graft is a look like none other, horror personified by the human touch... I pray laughter return again and you seek your never-end, for end's too absolute, and of your birth was God's grace and everything's within its place. The wound, you must remember, comes from the inside out. Before you is Love, she waits for your consent, not your doubt. You shall not kill your self, child, Love has other plans... © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime
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Who's Thought

(Who's thought?) Beats me... (Love has you singing, dear Scribe! It has you humbled and humbling, where there's one, there's always another.) Something has to happen before I am to begin, and when that time is revealed to me and to all, the spirit will know that I'm writing it down... according to my perception. © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime
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Perception of God

I suppose it depends on our perception of God, of Creation and all within it, known and unknown? It's the unknown that's going to bring the full-bore-injection of the truth in the fullness of Love and God... Forget what you believe for a moment in your day and reflect instead upon your reality for a while. Happy to say that the fullness of Love is coming whether we like it or not. It's Love, so relax and remember that everything's going to be okay... © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime
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