CONFESSION ZERO

( Occupy The World from Give No Ground ) Occupy the streets that Home might recognize our spirit in motion, that Love might observe our observance with dry eyes bent in hope. Occupy Love that Love might be the perfume for our journey, the beauty in our voice trumpeting with the solitary seed. Occupy (H)eartH's mountains, rivers and streams, the forests, the prairies and dreams, be loving that (H)eartH might witness us in infinity. Occupy the world, that Peace might know of our grief, our cries to the heavens, our eyes upon the beholder’s breathing proximity. Occupy Forgiveness's tall affections that it might bring us relief and carry on creation’s ballet that turns freely beneath our feet. Occupy (H)eartH's communion so Love senses our kind’s kinship surging to the floor, our joyful tap, tap, tapping atop the weeping loam. Occupy Home, but first know our darkest dreams, know our glorious truth, know our duty, know our prayers, know ourselves. Occupy our truth, ...

If in the beginning was creation- the planets to mesmerize, the stars to gaze with wonder, the sun to breathe in time and hover Love’s most bright, then the moon, which hovers the night to light the way for man, has had eons of glory to begin its inward flutter, toward our silence, toward our joy, toward our laughter. Flutter... For creation to remain, she must cleanse herself of man’s pathetic use and stave off our attempted murder. (After the one truth sprang forth in its Milky Way swimming in Love’s DNA round and round, both began to grow down, down, down into Love’s thighs, down into the light turned water, into the dark turned sky.) Are there more things for us to have known, for us to have imagined? Have we left anything soiled, defiled, that’s not to creation’s liking? I pray you forgive me now, before your unbelievable wrath is summoned from the core of your sorrow. Shall we fair better after the deed is done or will we die from utter shock at seeing we were wrong? ...