CONFESSION ZERO

You were brought to me. I was brought to you. We’re set to deliver joy light up the world! Come! Let us encircle Love and bring our hands out to Love, to Love, to Love, to Love, to Love! Let us reserve our legacy to the one of Love. We merely need reach out our human arms and embrace all as sacred and beyond our reach in the flesh, so while we’re here lets assure my grandson of having a reality worth sharing. Love her quaking limbs, love her roiling waters, love her slipknot winds, and love her grace under attack. Stand up and speak out! Use your voice to make a difference! No more division among our brothers and sisters. Love prays that we heed her soil, her green and blue and space and laughter and joy and children who are warm and safe and see her affections dancing freely among spirits that should have loved instead of warred. That should’ve remembered where they were over where they dreamed. You, my friends, were brought to me and I was called to you, so, to you I strike ...

I love. I should have known. I wasted forty-seven years seeking what wasn’t me. Searching, only not really searching, more like fate stepping in to guide me along to myself. Seeking to sour that which was not mine to defile in any way. I speak of the children. I should have known from the very beginning, it is innocence. It is Love that rules my fate. That rules yours. That reigns supreme in our duty to her. The birth of life… Remember it is not an easy task to imagine your child, at your age, asking what he will of your weakness, your god-fouled pride. If I seek eternal life, it will find my body as a part of the whole, but if my spirit soars aloft, eternity will be her search for me. Look to what you know, not to what you believe. I need speak! I must begin to speak! She waited for my love. She still waits for my full love to soar as high as my dreams… If your god asks that you do anything but love, question the thought. If your god has anything that conjures fear ...