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ACTUAL FUSION


In actuality (the fusion of reality and belief) the largest living spirit known to us is the (H)eartH. It can be sensed- seen, heard, felt, tasted and smelled. We, humankind, have traipsed upon its Heavenly ground from the beginning, had we recognized the spiritual that moves within us is truly in constant flux with what's outside, we'd have given praise to Home and Sky instead of use our genius to attempt to destroy them both.
We are supposed to give voice to the silent song within which brings us to dance and we are supposed to cherish what is given without asking for anything in return, air, water, soil, sight, nature's delight. The mistake humankind made, we began to think too much of ourselves individually and in groups (an animal thing) which led us to imagine an ownership over, instead of simply being a part of the collective whole of existence. Had we remained in touch with our inner spirit, we would never have spoiled the outer. Yes, there is one Spirit and we can no more escape it on the outside than we can expel it from within.

I understand the philosophy of the outside, but it's the inside that must come along with it in order for us "thinking" beasts to cherish it and to fully comprehend what it is that moves within all things in a dance of equal Spirit.

We who have explored deep within ourselves by utilizing the (H)eartH's medicines, do indeed see what is before us and what is manifested by the human senses and what is manifest outside of our scope. It is not merely a whisper, it is a song of Life meant to be manifesting in the human Family- Peace, Kindness, Forgiveness, Laughter, Love, and Solidarity...

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

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