CONFESSION ZERO

Look beneath your feet. Look beneath your feet, she waits. Look beneath your feet, before it’s too late! Look beneath your feet, see her leaning? Gaze on her beauty! Smile at her smiling green and blue and rainbow of hues never imagined in our monstrous belief. She needs me. She desires me, if I’ll but believe in Love. When the wars began, the people lost their minds, zombies clanking along a pathway of thorns; screaming, gnashing teeth, hair and suffering; not eternal, it just seemed forever… Hush now, Love. I’m here. I will never forsake you. Be Love and believe in me. If I am called I may have to run more than I walk, cry more than I talk. ...Sweet cello beneath my belief, what sorrow have you not seen, you, with your strings humming away at my mind, at my consciousness? I must wake up! I’ve not much time! Move my feet, raise my voice! I will. I am. © 2011 by mark prime

Bow to Love before wrath wears your shoes. Her rain cleanses the sacred ground. Her wind anoints lost souls. Her green cures our dis-ease with who we are? Might we be her thunder and quake? Is there a reason you asked an already answered question? © 2011 by mark prime

The heart breaks when it’s not enough. She moves to our music, swims to our song, sweats for our return, she is all that is Creation. I’m in love and love and Love and Love won’t keep man’s grenades from destroying all he’s lived for. The heart breaks when it’s not enough. Oh! It lights our way! See her majesty rise in the day and not set without a sun, she raises her anguished face to the heaven we embraced, to me, to you, to spirit, to her, to Love. The heart breaks when it’s not enough, and breaks again when belief becomes fear instead of peace. Breaks again from human destruction, counting down from four to one, two jumps in and rides the sun… © 2011 by mark prime

Sound of muffled whimpers came from the rubble… Sight of the astonished wept at what they saw in the diminishing air… Touch of another’s hand can heal the bile. Begin with the spirit, for when the spirit laughs with love, the spirit comes alive! Touch the hand of another brother or sister with only love, touch another’s spirit, touch another’s soul and you’ll find yourself in heaven with all those you’ve touched before. Not strangers, friends. We want Love and we’ll never have it the way we treat her. Why would she relinquish the spirit that is hers to hold? She only wants us to stop the noise… Shut the door on humankind’s foul inventions as wrecking ball before they sink their fangs in any deeper! Shut the door on unfortunate humankind! There’s little time to waste- Love, Love, Love, rejoice and never forget who you are again… © 2011 by mark prime