God, human waste is immense, filling us with dread. We seem to not notice our love with plastic, Seem to miss our misuse of the (H)eartH for entertainment, the consumption of Love’s birth. Love’s slow to come into its ruddy breadth, the spirit penetrates all, it’s unmistakable, Love’s fiber, the strongest at any depth, absolute, true, tangible, and unbreakable. Love, we truly haven’t much of an alternative. Love now. Love all. Love, laugh and live… Peace © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime