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One of Love’s Many Spirits Smiled Upon Me Today


One of love’s many spirits smiled upon me today. We hugged a warm love, her name escaped my mind, but not her spirit. Her love for all was awake within her eyes as she occupied the space with joy.

Peace, love and goodness be unto you, spirit.

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The last note of a song holds me aloft, the net return shakes my knees- a song, cello, Bach, track thirteen, one, thirteen, twelve- the willow would have spoken with me longer tonight, but the traffic stole her thunder, her lightening and her rain. Oh, rain! Cascade all around me like a curtain falling its dust in the sun...

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I’m trying to remember what I learned yesterday. I suppose I needn’t have to memorize something for it to suddenly escape my ready lips…

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It started as a notion. No. That’s not true. It came as truth.

Let the truth be without name. Without verse, without need of humankind’s input, without the sludge of humans, the radiant toxins of their beliefs, instead, bring love’s joy, love’s peace, love’s loyalty.

Let me try and usher in a new humanity, one without want or greed or sin, without murder, rape or war, hunger, thirst or a need of more.

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Fear is humankind’s weakness. It brought them to their knees. Oh this bane upon life has strung their last light across the merriment of consumption.

I must love now. Now.

Creation calls out to you with his and her lungs. Lungs of life waiting to breathe you back to who you were, who you've always been, you just failed to remember.

The guitar moved in Tim’s hand as Dave opened the flood gates that cannot hold back his voice- Tell them you needn't be heard, tell them they knew you before you knew love…

Follow me if you will. I’ll go a long way to return the Love bestowed upon me. If you want to come along, smile and dance in paradise with me. If you’d rather stay, peace, love and goodness be unto you, I’ll be seeing you in the reality of your making, nonetheless.


© 2012 by mark prime

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