CONFESSION ZERO

I kept forgetting, couldn’t hear you from there. I couldn’t make out your words, save one. I remember you. I recall your dizzying pace and how you urgently pulled me into your maze, how you held me close when I was frightened and told me that everything’s going to be okay. I’m alive. I’ve come full circle in life’s rotation, from birth to awareness, from awareness to stewardship, from servitude to Love. I remember you. I heard you calling to my newborn spirit to remember who I am and to hold you most dear, to look to you to remind me of who I am and what my mind should sow and what it should reap. Love... © 2011 by mark prime

There was one star in the midnight sky. It vaguely winked at me as if it were distracted by other things, chaos, wars, murder, greed. I think the heaven’s lookout, this singular star that kept watch through the foggy clouds, appeared to drift closer, a sentry pacing my night. The blessed sentry, the HeartH, Life, Love and Truth, Heaven and Home for all of our nights, seen or unseen. It’s time, they said. It’s time to begin, time to set your beliefs aside and come together in commonality, together with Love! You must cleanse this world of manmade poisons and begin to care for Love's shores, her oceans, her forests and sacred lands before her patience snaps in two and she quivers her verse through rock and clay or delivers her message for a boulder to come calling. She’ll stomach the pain of this healing long before she’ll stomach the pain of man’s suicidal journey. ~ (Don’t leave out the charade.) Oh Yes! Let’s play a charade! Let’s act as if I'm sightless to and unawa...