CONFESSION ZERO

If I build my belief into something worthy of the earth, I’ll have found that I must have used only love to do so, nothing but love. I will arrive if I create my belief according to love’s lessons. I feared "hell" more than I imagined heaven, and look at me, look at my use of her! The gates of love open when I realize where I am. Rejoice to that and hallelujah... and weep and bob and rant and rave, and blubber and wail, etc, but never again forget the earth or my agony will be mine alone to blame and then I'll die, to again return and perhaps again muck up the earth, forgo love, again and again- only to muck up the- Stop! It will please creation if you’ll but love… I guess I may have fallen back a bit on the trace to who I was or am, but I’m here now dealing with what everyone else has been dealing with and suppressing for far too long, my singular self and asking forgiveness from its host. The earth is my first beholden and, if it weren’t for my horrible thoughts,

Stage fright exited stage right a while ago now and love is set to make her entrance. Hear her shriek? She approaches beneath my feet… Jump! Shriek! Too late, the ride’s begun to shape you and now there’s no going back. What? It doesn’t matter if you fail. It only matters that you not stop trying! She, the earth is the heaven of my belief and worth more than all I've done before I imagined it so. End all wars, feed those that are hungry, douse those thirsty with the water of my love, clothe those who need it, not the masses, love those near and those far, for the spirit is not limited by manmade time or some other nonsense attempting to fathom eternity when eternity has no bounds. You’ve spun your story into itself and now it’s coming back through you and sounding much better… The wind lifts me again. Shhh… © 2012 by mark richard prime

These words they’re supposed to be coming out of my mouth for me to hear, and my imagination’s flying me above the stars, for after them surely there’s more? No. Exactly. What? No. No. No. No. Oh no, I’m not saying I know anything, but I believe it beyond of any shadow, of any doubt that there is. It is unknowable. Yes. Speaking of unknowable, love’s been waiting for someone to come and there traveled I. Help me by bringing me love's spirit, I will join it and, with love's dance, I'll remove any darkness, any fear, leaving me in the heaven I've always and ever imagined. Either way, you should make it your belief... Yes. © 2012 by mark richard prime

A form of speech doesn’t satisfy when the spirits begin to speak.  I twist around this world like I'm somehow disconnected from truth when it is truth that should be the only thing that I believe that connects me, not fear and heaven all wrapped up in a neat little package deal. The earth, I believe, is eternal, and it's also the only known paradise. Battling my guilt was the one thing that you can bet I battled until love came through me and granted me eternity through my belief. You didn't just have to seek it, my child, you had to find it. It's the original seed with a message of salvation. Irrational fear is of my mind, therefore I can simply dispense with hell as a destination of some unimaginable void, a tactic of fear, a fear tactic to get me to forget what’s beneath my feet, beneath my love when truth comes to call on the one of my imagination. Let it go if there is any notion of fear. Let it go if there are wars and battles and murders and rapes and th