CONFESSION ZERO

Wouldn’t you imagine it’s not yours to know? Wouldn’t you imagine you've no more time left to carve out adornments on the side of The Mother?  No. I am a parasite of my own kind, distinct from any other animal on the face of the earth. Water for drink, the nectar of love. I am, in my belief, being summoned, told things, thoughts that find the experience they never imagined… See? This is still the heart of love. If you had journeyed without hope, without love, then your own writing would not be dancing with the many. Writing that sings humankind's song, that brings you along with me to the visions of you and you and you and you and you and the next generation and the next generation and the next train wreck of belief ever fathomed in existence!  Those that I imagine I see, are so much bigger than I and much more awe inspiring than that of humankind's beast-like love. Oh for the full love of all, the pecking order goes quite high in this atmosphere! End your pace fou

I've not much else to offer in this act of giving my mind away, save for Love. I could go on that way forever as could we all, yet, what would be gained but perhaps lifetimes of trying to reach love and never quite stumbled upon just that? Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love.  Love. Truth. Love. Love. Love… Turn your thinking to the skies, Mark Richard Prime, only in name (which is nearly nothing) and begin to offer this unknowable existence as love and not as fear.  This conversations's making me a bit uncomfortable. Believe and remember that what you believe is only entertainment and cannot be known for it is not knowable in the flesh, which is what counts in this time of existence for humankind. Make your belief worthy of the earth of love and you are ready to take belief to another level, another place, truth.  I long to continue this flight with the notion that I am Love, the idea that I am anything less, goes against my self’s better nature. Strike t