CONFESSION ZERO

The silence came when I turned off the car… “ Y” stands for “Yes” . Yes? What do you want the formation to stand for? Yes. Then it does. Yes. I imagine then, that the game is afoot, or I’m a fearful and flailing beast. Stop! You are not flailing, nor are you a beast. Then I'm fearful. There is no removal of all of my instincts, the fear is only from things I haven’t imagined. It’s much less severe than when I searched for truth… Friends will be hard to come by if you sometimes imagine them foes. Love is what will open your eyes to paradise and grant you more brothers and sisters and more love than you ever thought possible. Believe in what you know and be careful of what you imagine of l ove.  The traffic pulls at my fears unfolding around my belief. Surely I see that I'm meant to believe, and surely I know that my beliefs are becoming my fate, my love and my rage, my peace and my war, my life and my death, my paradise and my agony? You are meant to believ

One of love’s many spirits smiled upon me today. We hugged a warm love, her name escaped my mind, but not her spirit. Her love for all was awake within her eyes as she occupied the space with joy. Peace, love and goodness be unto you, spirit. ~ The last note of a song holds me aloft, the net return shakes my knees- a song, cello, Bach, track thirteen, one, thirteen, twelve- the willow would have spoken with me longer tonight, but the traffic stole her thunder, her lightening and her rain. Oh, rain! Cascade all around me like a curtain falling its dust in the sun... ~ I’m trying to remember what I learned yesterday. I suppose I needn’t have to memorize something for it to suddenly escape my ready lips… ~ It started as a notion. No. That’s not true. It came as truth. Let the truth be without name. Without verse, without need of humankind’s input, without the sludge of humans, the radiant toxins of their beliefs, instead, bring love’s joy, love’s peace, love’s loyalty.