Where does this road lead? To heaven as we create it, a chance for truth and art within the garden.
Love, the ebb and flow of life, which is Love, which is waiting to see if my speech is sufficient according to my belief, what I‘m urged to speak, but won't. I have been, preparing for this day, when it was completely out of my control, much like my life floating here before me now, in Heaven. Heaven on eartH, Home.
(Why would you do such a suicidal thing?)
Love…
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Peace and goodbye. Easy enough to say. Yes?
No. What do those stars forming a Y mean? A confirmation of the path I‘m on? Wait? Surely I know that the path I’m on is indeed the one of Love’s Love. There’s only one. One path I could be on.
Why has your mind spun out of your control?
Love.
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Love should have never gone unnoticed beneath our feet, over our heads, or in front of our eyes. We are all, bar none, brothers and sisters of the one seed, Love. We are murdering members of our own family. We’re preparing the path of our own suicide. A most tragic tale was seen fleeing the scene of the crime attempted by mankind, when all we need have done is Love and remember where we are.
(At the time I realized who I was or at the time my mind realized where I was?)
They are one in the same, my child.
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Oh, Love. You leave me breathless. You bring me such joy. I haven’t prayed much at all. I couldn’t believe. None of them rang a bell. I don’t remember. I was afraid. I don’t know.
Now, I only Love. Those are my instructions- to Love. They are your instructions, too. Humankind must love. Now.
Cello, raise your bow to all you know, leave belief to the side for a while. Think of what is actually known, and how much of it is just belief?
(What do we really know? We only know what our human capacity can comprehend, there are untold lifetimes of things we have yet to learn on the journey to Love, unimaginably incredible and beautiful Heaven, our Home!)
We can’t recreate eartH, try as we might dream. She is our beholden and we, her tragic children. We've much to learn, so let us begin our long journey back to Love that we might also instruct.
(Why would you do such a suicidal thing?)
Love…
~
Peace and goodbye. Easy enough to say. Yes?
No. What do those stars forming a Y mean? A confirmation of the path I‘m on? Wait? Surely I know that the path I’m on is indeed the one of Love’s Love. There’s only one. One path I could be on.
Why has your mind spun out of your control?
Love.
~
Love should have never gone unnoticed beneath our feet, over our heads, or in front of our eyes. We are all, bar none, brothers and sisters of the one seed, Love. We are murdering members of our own family. We’re preparing the path of our own suicide. A most tragic tale was seen fleeing the scene of the crime attempted by mankind, when all we need have done is Love and remember where we are.
(At the time I realized who I was or at the time my mind realized where I was?)
They are one in the same, my child.
~
Oh, Love. You leave me breathless. You bring me such joy. I haven’t prayed much at all. I couldn’t believe. None of them rang a bell. I don’t remember. I was afraid. I don’t know.
Now, I only Love. Those are my instructions- to Love. They are your instructions, too. Humankind must love. Now.
Cello, raise your bow to all you know, leave belief to the side for a while. Think of what is actually known, and how much of it is just belief?
(What do we really know? We only know what our human capacity can comprehend, there are untold lifetimes of things we have yet to learn on the journey to Love, unimaginably incredible and beautiful Heaven, our Home!)
We can’t recreate eartH, try as we might dream. She is our beholden and we, her tragic children. We've much to learn, so let us begin our long journey back to Love that we might also instruct.
© 2012 by mark prime