CONFESSION ZERO

Love breathes in me like an echo from my past. Life after life after life and she begins to feel the truth in my grasp, in my words and I feel her only desire, to be loved. Memories only come from- The song can’t end. The song must go on, brothers and sisters… Rise together now or suffer at the hand of your consumption. Four seconds and counting in one way or the other that is for certain. I know. You can welcome me from the misty reaches of fear. That should just about do it. Let’s begin our dance anon that less need suffer… Everything’s going to be okay in the end. It pays to have the reassurance of love. ___ It doesn’t happen all of the time. Your senses are mine, you are my brother, father, mother, sister, cousin, family, love. Play on now good soul, carry us to full love… (Silence...) I don’t desire the solitude. I need speak with love if I am to say that I worship full love. Echo… Stand up for the trees, the rivers and the streams. Stand up in unity with t

I need you. Yes, you, the one reading, to reach out that we might know one another as humans are supposed to. Human’s use is love. Not war and genocide and mass hysteria, not what you silly humans dish out to your own kind is utterly mind numbing, as if you hadn’t a duty much greater than country, greater still than the world, the one you've not much choice but to choose, she is, after all, the earth of love, for it is your home... Echo… Echo... No! What? Go back! Echo? No! Back! You echoed twice, sounded like the only thing that came back was your own echo when you uttered how shamelessly we cried and how pathetic we had become under greed and wants disguise, parasite, freeloader, sponger, blood-sucking leech- Stop! You might scare the shy ones away with your doom and gloom speech! Why? The spirits I dance with are of good and they are dreadful, they are human. To be more precise they are- (Pulling herself across the carpet with her front legs, our dog, scoots a