CONFESSION ZERO

The wisp of cloud, the rumble of the jet, the birds singing of Love, the quickening noise of interstate traffic, the wind pirouetting with the breeze, the sun, like a blanket to cover the world, the wars, the murder, the hunger, the rape, the torture, the needy, the downtrodden, the hope, the joy, the laughter of contentment. We can find never-ending Love that will accompany eternal life’s servitude in humbleness and always with glee, if we’ll never again imagine hell. Are we not ready to laugh? Are we ready to live? If we’ll but Love, we will. We will eat of the fruit of our goodness, we will drink at the table that is the river, laugh with the belly of the wind and rejoice in the spirit that lives upon and in the soil. If we will but speak our prayers into motion that they might have chance of being answered, if we’ll but react to each and all with a thrumming goodness, if we’ll but keep our most ancient promise, if we’ll but open our eyes to truth, we will be in heaven… the one ...

Oh! Dear Grandmother and Grandfather, what are we to do with Love's wisdom if we seek it not? What of the eternal Heart(H), we’ve a heart, we’ve a beat or two left if Love’ll grant it… The bell tolls in the distance and the weeping willow comes to with the splash of Love's rain and the slap of the Love’s wind. She is all instruments. She is all. She and Love are in holy matrimony. The heart is the most vital of organs, Love made all as an ode to life. You’ll see them again. Life is eternal, yet ever changing, evolving if you will… Humankind, individual entities, can no more know that their belief is truth than they can the instructions of Love. And we’ve wed ourselves to one belief, one storyline out of billions, soon we’ll find we’ve not much wind left for another. And another emerges, the one we should never have forgotten… © 2011 by mark prime

It wasn’t your fault. It was mine. The deed falls squarely on my shoulders, it is mine to bear, mine to choose, mine to be, mine. The self is important my friends. It is who we are! A single entity of the whole! Brothers and sisters, please understand that this is my belief. It isn’t science, it’s a journey. Who I am chose this journey knowing the possibilities, but what I shouldn‘t have ever imagined is that I would be fearfully timid. No longer. We’ve cleaved ourselves in half and do battle both our evil and our good. But how can this be? Asked the man. We fight the evil that’s attacking our good! How dare you! No! How dare you try and imagine what it is that we are here for and indoctrinate through fear? Shred every instance of evil from your books and leave goodness, use the Love, for that is all Love smiles on. Evil is not of Love. It is not Creation’s way. It is humankind that fears. It is humankind that imagines they are loving while creating their own death mechanism, L...