CONFESSION ZERO

See? This journey had to go this way, me in a fog of what if and what now, never seeing it as the whole picture, this battle with my brother, my brethren, my sister, my family, my affections, my vows, dancing in the open without a bit of regret, save for any undue suffering at the hands of a most loyal love asking me to lift my sightlessness that I might then see my gravest sin... It stands now before me like a false love, my lust and desire, my foul want, my god-fouled consumption. I made a mockery of my duty. It reached out to me with needfulness in its motion, for my eyes to see and for my blindness to be temporary. Breathe and Love, breathe and Love, over and over until they join one another again… © 2012 by mark richard prime

I’m also forgetting who I am when I am not in prayer, but I’m getting there. All things in moderation.  The spirits, the muses, I dance with, will remain with me on the ground I walk upon with goodness alone upon the earth… When one plays chess, a game I know little about, one, I suppose, uses strategy to best his opponent, but what about when the chess game is with love to worship the earth more than the self, the other half of full love. (He said he was tired and needed a rest. I didn’t really even know I was obliging, not until right about now…) Where from here is the joy of riding the pathway toward love, I'll meet and greet and begin to wear my love upon my sleeve and within my very walk, in my prayers that rise, those crafted of love. I could not have known. I’d have to be full on instinct to begin to gather where I’d landed. Human’s irrational fear has led me to an inability to recognize love when I see it… Are you saying that human’s are unable to- Yes. Yes....