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Beset on All Sides


The truth is beset on all sides by the illusion of ownership.

Breathing is becoming scarce these days, this, during the race for my disenchantment, which will crack the earth wide shut to the parade in the sky, our God and Pony Show, the grim reaper of “May I have this dance?”, and delusions of grandeur, (where everything, beyond my own beliefs, cannot truly be known with any fullness of certainty), rides atop this; the fresh renovations to Heaven, while The Grandmother awaits the mind’s arrival.

Come! Let me create something more than fear, more than mere kindness. Kindness brimming with Love, whirling with joy, most ready to breathe another day.

Let me weave my laughter into food and water, breathe hope back into my brothers and sisters and use my fears to weave a watchful courage!

Return to the sky, the mountain, the stream and in between the all and everything and let me make a pyre of my imagined grandeur and then burn it all away. Humbly burn it all away, it’s been getting in the way of Love...

© 2011 by mark richard prime

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