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Let us dance upon this stage of humbling sacredness! Her water needs our full attention, her soil and air and forest and mountain need our full Love to emerge or her rumble may be heard in the distance…

Cleanse the eartH of Creation of human waste and indifference. Flesh and blood and bone and sustainable nature and the stars and moon, the sun and sky, breathe in the fullness of her most sacred Love…

Eternity is a very long time, but in truth, have we not been eternal all along? How else would it have been done? The thought of eternity without human thought would have never been a “thought” in the first place. Right?

Then why the long faces? You are there already, this is eternity and the eartH, as far as I am able to discern, is heaven for flesh and bone and spirit, we’ve just managed to be sightless and fearful for all of our “known” existence, it’s time to change all of that and emerge as Love. The next phase in our progression…

A fearful beast is weak. An aware animal is called for, instinctually. Love is called for without question or hesitation. Belief is not our enemy, we’ve our faithful deeds in the end, do we want to sleep evermore without knowing, or do we desire to live with and know evermore the fullness of Love?


© 2012 by the spirits dancing with mark richard prime


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