CONFESSION ZERO

“Keep Love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead. The consciousness of loving and being loved brings a warmth and richness to life that nothing else can bring.” _Oscar Wilde I will stay here forever, without the constraints of humankind’s thinking. I will stay here forever, with the beams of dawn to light my way. My shadows skulk across her lap- she is most beautiful. I will stay here forever. I will love. I will laugh. I will walk in goodness. Permit my song be filled with forgiveness for I’m not worthy of her affections or her reward. With every breath set to pass, each fondness ready to occupy my veins, every skyline and bridge, all crimson affection, every fiddle, every guitar, every drum, every instrument and rhythm maker that’s set to come laughing, I will remember. © 2011 by mark prime

I don’t expect the maker to just hand over the keys to the kingdom after what she’ll find when she looks up and down the mess I’ve made of her. This is about Love. This is about how beloved I’ve held her. She is the most exquisite work of art ever created and I want to dump what into her waters? The one thing, the one gift I should have kept most sacred. She is, after all, my beholden. She allows me my breath for truth and affections and lies and greed and foul uses of the air, tainting the water and despoiling the sacred ground. If my words do not change course, Mother, Grandmother, Great Grandmother will soon lose her want of me, then where will I go? This is about me and the love of that which is most sacred. See her cry for my attention? She is gasping for patience with her wayward child. Won’t I open my hoodwinked eyes? It is I that she needs. Don’t I recognize her magnificence? Don’t I remember, the long winter nights of well fed laughter around a campfire, surrounded by my