CONFESSION ZERO

( Zeus Box - Cosmos ) ( Using Supernovae to Measure the Cosmos ) If I measure the distance from the earth to the edges of want and measure the distance from the river to the crests of greed and then calculate the distance between the mountain and the peaks of war, I’ll find myself nearby and still wondering why I'm not going anywhere. I'm too near my finish to begin to imagine creation. © 2011 by mark prime

( The Hollow Earth ) The eartH is my home. The eartH is my love. The eartH is my sustenance. The eartH is my reason for being. The eartH brings water to my lips, spirit to the self. The eartH showers me in goodness at birth, it is I, who, over time, destroys all that is precious, that which is sacred to Love, to The Mother, to The Grandmother, The Great Grandmother, to eartH, to life and I am nearing the annihilation of my spirit. It is I who is the intruder, the thief, the rapist, the murderer and the hopeless fear. What I create with my beliefs, ideas or thoughts is what matters most. Love calls out for my design to reverse course and save myself from agony, my own closing image reflected at the moment of final breath. Chart a new course, a new way to discovery, a beautiful and loving waltz with life and death, with Love. © 2011 by mark prime

( Art from InsideLG - Mother Earth Day ) Murder told me it was exhausted of death. War told me that it was tired of battles. Rape told me it was worn-out of human paws. Thievery told me it was tired of looting. Abuse told me it was weary of fists. She told me she’d be grateful for peace. © 2011 by mark prime Wordful Wednesday: Mother Earth Day -- Submitted by Gabrielle