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STEP AWAY FROM THE CRAG


Step back impetuous spirit, the crag beckons. There is nothing kept from me here, wherever I am, it is revealed. Your use of it had best be loving and not devoutly angry or with some delusion of place...

(Why don't you just stop and be content?)

I am becoming contented, I have a longer route than most due to my choices and the story's pace, but contentment depends on our reason for being to sense the essence of itself, so I suppose I'm just lucky! Ha!

What a beautiful day!

ONE...

We have to trace our own steps from last year in order to understand the echo coming back from the last time we failed to recall the lesson.

TWO...
Dear lovely love, I have sensed in you a shift if your consciousness... Might I join you for just such a forgiving occasion or do I need suffer more because of it?

THREE...

I have been so sickened by the calamity of Spirit, and even though my animal wants to flee, Spirit demands I trudge on toward the voice of reason, toward the thing I am... Is it truly up to us to decide that? Not alone, no. Creation is always with us, like God. To imagine it another way is not the truth of it.

Do I "know" this all to be true? No, but still I do manifest it.

FOUR...

God bless the teachers, a profession we understand since we all are teachers.

These questions will not be found in college, maybe during school, but it is not the education or the educator, it is the experience. It is experience that we are programmed to receive and send...

Sounds like rocket science, but it is so very simple.

FIVE...

These things that we might one day know by their unfolding are not knowable, they are the things of our dreams which enter from our full experience of them unfolding.

Breathe... Breathe... Be humble.

SIX...

I have left politics behind in order to breathe, and to allow me to sense our likenesses and not our differences. I needn't have held on so tightly to those things that are divisive, that attempt to own and conquer the very things they can't.

To be known...
We need sense this familiarity,
Our equal worth as One.

I see our work as something that does not attempt the impossible, but instead attempts to lovingly manifest that which is possible, or at least be satisfied by that which has always been here as our sustenance...

Love & Peace

© 2017 Mark Richard Prime


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