CONFESSION ZERO

( From Air-sea Interactions I  ) Another spirit, I was graced to meet was at a bar called Maxine’s, looked like the earth, rugged and free, a bit careworn, yet liberated, a bit rough around the edges, yet a beautiful force. We, our spirits, began to dance to the instruments found turning in our souls. So what if he smiled less than I, he’d been to places I've dared not go. I’m nothing to he, to me, in my presence, Love. The thing is, it mattered not who was who or what we both knew, it was a shared glee, an ecstatic affection dancing between us. Our hearts were equally shown, warmth evident in our forgiveness of one another, of our animal blood, our eternal kinship and Love. The man who gave me his spirit, his truth that I might dance with that he and I might share our story with everyone, may Love bless you my friend in the shadows. © 2011 by mark prime

( Healing - neither myth nor miracle ) A young man came to me today. It wasn’t until he came knocking at my door that I caught a slow, boiling glimpse of a truth unfolding before me. It came as if destiny were unraveling like a woman’s curves in the wind, as if laughter were unfolding like a child tumbling in glee, nearest our inherent joy, Love. His caramel eyes mesmerized at our dance, speechless at our kinship, motionless at our speech flowing from inside to out, to the other, bowing as equals in heaven. Oh! I said! I am so thankful you dropped by, so glad we breathed of goodness come calling, dancing spirits, two, growing faiths, two, and the next, and the next, until belief joins hands and begins to move as one- one truth, one entity, one thing, one mind. One. After eating some spaghetti, he cleaned up his place and entered to dance once again before he ventured on. To my delight, we expressed Love for one another, and then he vanished into the liquid pavement. Creat

(From Do You Believe In Miracles ) I received this next paragraph in a comment from the previous post, Unexpected Howl . It was from Anonymous: Tried but not saying a word. I can't do it. I know I yell and things, but it's only when I'm frustrated with myself, not you. I've never been afraid, well sometimes to tell you something because I felt you should know naturally. I am aware that I disappointed myself again by waiting and postponing this trip. Truthfully I really had no power over not going there and trying to find relief. I know it just lingers and makes everything worse. I am not at all comfortable with the way you are expressing things. Today, yes I understand, but I have to explain the way I feel, it's so hard to put into words, but I want to. I responded: Anonymous, I'm not sure who this is and I'm not sure how I know you, yet it matters not, you're a brother or sister reaching out to another. I feel there may be something hidden in y