CONFESSION ZERO

I don’t know how I came crashing out of the heaven I’d imagined, into the heaven I should have always known? Dear daughters, you’ve been waiting for some dim light to come flickering from behind my glimmer. I am coming around to who I am by getting to know you. My Love of you resembles our climb- looks as if a snow might come and anoint the sweltering soil. Might an army have been being assembled long before I was even a thought, a me, an I? Enough of me, what of Love? Stop! Love came back to me, assembled into a single thought, before me, you, and I? Children, I will love you evermore. What have I not yet recognized of myself in you that is something other than Love? Let us begin… © 2011 by mark prime

You awoke too early, the dance hadn't begun. I begged to differ. The twisted tale came roaring like a river set loose its tether, like a rock ballad lifted high in its belief. The song plays now, if I choose to hear it. Listen... Listen... Listen! Listen... Listen… Listen! Listen. Listen. Listen! Love’s what brought me to belief. What’s between the thought and the ear is too great a distance to ever rise. What’s between my reality and my thought? What’s between your reality and your thought? What’s between all reality and collective thought? What’s between your reality and your thought? I’m in heaven. I look around me and what do I see? Love, family, laughter. The thing that must set us free from who we’ve become and allow us to remember who we were and her plea that we love. Are you my daughter? The spirit of Love blows now southward, beyond the raging rush hours, outside of self, just being. What courage is found in denying it any longer, they are upon me with Love, I ...