CONFESSION ZERO

Imagine love, she spoke her water to me. Imagine love, she blew across my brow and I smiled upon her truth. Can it be that I have discovered where I am and perhaps I need to understand it too so that I might begin to embrace the idea that I've finally made it home? (Home is where you've always been. You've just imagined it otherwise and you've been suffering from your consent…) I am now in reality, and trust me, it's not a pretty sight from where love rests. Love I can achieve. I, Mark Richard Prime, am doing just that on the earth of love, doing just that at my address. (Love is coming to me whence from my tongue set aquiver a song that did lay a wreath of peace around her neck.) She’s about to unload her riches unto me that I might prove my worth with joy that now wraps itself around me. Love. Silence. Love. Silence. Love. Silence…  Let me try that for a while and see how the mother, grandmother and great grandmother, respond. Who knows, love might be wor...

I think I've seen what awaits... Come on, Mark! What awaits you is so far beyond your little ideas that it boggles the mind that you even try to imagine you know one damn thing! Think about it. The spirit is what exactly?  Love? Sure.  I believe it is Love, but for the sake of all things kind, I don't or can't truly even know that this spirit and Love and Heavenly eartH and creation talk is real, it could just be my imagination. They are guesses, despite their truth or their being illusory, matters not, they are pure guesses, mere belief. My belief can be a rather potent force of my nature and can indeed produce a reality that is nearly identical to the fear and agony I've created along the way. Instead of my dancing around this fact with some sort of an imaginary and prideful idea that I know or can know diddly squat of what takes place after I die, I am choosing to stop imagining that I know anything worth repeating if it does not treat the eartH as Love, as ...