CONFESSION ZERO

( Desktop Nexus - Midnight Sky ) The midnight sky behind the stars went on forever, an eternal dream of mine, my never-ending reverie, my trance of evermore, my dance with destiny, more our dance, yours and mine, mine and yours, with a most willing spirit, the breath of Love. The one star looking back at me brought me to wonder, might we live forever with death becoming a new life to relive again and again and again until our beliefs center around the things we know? The (H)eartH of Love calls out with Creation’s thrumming beat, begging I give up belief ..and bring my eyes down opened wide and begin to feverishly pray that I’ve still time to end the attempted murder of Life, restore the Life I’ve drained from Love‘s precious Heart(H), return the Love I’ve claimed in blood. The tragedy’s a manifest destiny woven of fear, eternal instead of Love’s echo, her never-ending return to Love held in the spirit’s hands that tell me life will come again and again and again and again and aga...

I’m expected to be late. Careful of what awaits in this atmosphere of dust and anguish destroying Creation. Hell, instead of crafting Heaven. Come to my senses, man! It is time to take action and return Love to its original tallness, to grace Creation’s presence in everything I do and say and serve the eartH as if it were the Creator! (You’d a tough lesson in pride. You are weak and you are nearly finished.) With fear, yes, I’m finished. But I’m far from finished with my surplus of Love! I owe her my full Love …by Loving, by being peaceful, generous and without want! All things heavenly, that I imagine, will emerge if I’ll but love. (Could it be that easy?) Yes. (Silence…) Yes. © 2012 by mark richard prime

You’re strumming at my heart. You’re filling me with love on the strings of your walk to peace, to love’s most precious truth, the heart of Love. The cello of Love, the song of hope, the words of such a profound meaning that we are knelt in sorrow before Creation. Oh! Raise up your spirits! Do not wait for a sign, a prophecy to raise its music ahead of any terror. The truth isn’t convenient to humankind’s imaginings. Love isn’t as profitable as fear. Humankind with wars! For what? No! Why war? Why do human’s poison the water that was granted by Love? Why does humankind plague Love with fear? Fear is humankind’s greatest flaw. The mind settles for bigotry over reason, for fear before Love and for greed over the Heart(H) of Creation… © 2012 by mark richard prime

( Deaf Pagan Crossroads - Dancing to the Heartbeat of the eartH ) Oh, Love, why couldn’t you have just said so instead of sending your spirit to dance its way through me? It had been too long between dances, I was exhausted. I’m standing here now with my numbness that swims with Bach, rising kindly in my veins, rumbling my name, I bow, sorrow brims with fear, fears brim with sorrow. My love must be recognized for her dominion over all I know. My joy must wed with my deeds. I, my brothers and sisters, am beholden to the eartH, in other words, I’m beholden to Love. © 2012 by mark richard prime