CONFESSION ZERO

( Earth, Sky and Water ) I chose them as my angels, unbeknownst to even me. They heard me and my wavering speech, heard my rumble and felt the doddering gait of my visions of Love… They are my friends, despite my composer of fear having me follow its tune as I began to surge my voice to the masses without any hesitation, I feared their role in the thickening plot, following along with great intrigue at the outcome I could not possibly know. If knowing was out of the question, I was left with only belief, which I do, my believing is beyond the shadow of any doubt. Real to me makes it real. Real to you, makes it real. See where belief can take me without my even realizing it? Without belief… there is only truth, and truth is all I’ve ever desired. I searched for so long, I scoured the consciousness and believed what I could not know and knew not what I imagined… The eartH of Creation is ours to shape as we see fit. Our beliefs are only sacrosanct after they’ve traveled past th

Is there a sunrise that brings with it, truth? Is there a dawn set to cascade across my instinct and within its hands a most recent painting of Love…? Have I been challenged because I challenged Love, and then myself? (Are they not the same, Love and the sum total of the self?) They’re not what I ever imagined. Who I am is a child of Love, joy, hope, freedom, happiness, all with a ruddy cheek… Am I just now waking up from a coma? Have I truly slept such a long time? It feels as if I have no past, which means I have no history, void of Love’s dance, emptied of any true purpose… Once I began to stumble upon the one spirit’s beginning, I sensed I’d been climbing ever since toward a great, unknowable reason… The bird chimes in against the jagged path that’s lined in clacking teeth. The wind whispers its lips to Love’s eartH. The water her song lain down long before the awe of her evermore. All and everyone! A universe of life! Our own individual persons, who we are (and