CONFESSION ZERO

The cedar moth, whose pink luster wings summon their rise in preparation to fly, remains as I pass by its perch. What I must be to the moth, these small creatures that hold the night like guardians of Love, that flutter, not in some alien form of desperation, but alive within their only Home? Is not fulfillment key to the one truth? Shouldn’t we be living within realization’s trough, instead of imagining other reasons outside of our sphere, beyond our touch, beyond our egos, beyond our pride, beyond what is knowable? Rise up into the truth of where we live. Rise up into the truth of who we are. Rise up into the truth of what we are. Rise up cedar moth, let us join you in creation’s eternal dance… © 2011 by mark prime

(Artwork from The Deep Thinker ) If I will cease to fear Love’s natural rhythm, I can allow my spirit to soar. If I will bring my trembling knees to carry me, I can arrive at a place called Love. If I will close my fearful mouth when flying, my flight can ascend my dreams. If my flight ascends the unfound stars, I’ll dance with the spirits evermore. Imagine Love! Dream Love! Hope Love! Pray Love! Beseech Love! Come, Love! I’m in need of a dance, that I might not stumble in absence. Come, Love! Allow me one hand, that I may lead, the other, that I may follow. Peace and living goodness be with the messenger’s of Love… © 2011 by mark prime

I entered the church with head held high. I smiled and thought of what I’d become when my final curtain had fallen. Fill the glasses with wine, smile the kindest of kind, and find yourself right where you never imagined you’d arrive. There you Love the journey, knowing that, in the end, you’ll bend in the night and dream of your escape from Love. © 2011 by mark prime