CONFESSION ZERO

The piggish flag slaps in the wind behind the backdrop of mechanical beasts. (And the willow?) She stood with her ancient limbs calling downward in leafless sorrow, pleading I surface in my breath with Creation, with Love. (That you raise your voice now in joy, most thankful for your fortune of being in Heaven.) The eartH, it is Heaven. Heaven, eartH … (Do not p retend that you’ve nothing to lose just because everything, according to your belief, is going to be okay in the end. Do not cover your eyes if you can’t believe… raise your arms, drop to your knees, and pray to what you know beneath your feet! ) It’s happening- and on my knees, I find Home… Rejoice! Heaven awaits my full Love! (But you are not worthy, you’re guilty!) Now! Now is the only moment that counts, Curmudgeon! We are free to have Heaven, or if can choose to create hell, its been arranged by humankind to have one. It is not the time to get angry at my plea, it is time, however

( ShutterLuv - Here with us, the Hummingbird ) (Do not cease your love of your fellow human, Mark Richard Prime. Embrace all with the same regard, for you are equals.) The formation of Life, Creation, Love, and Laughter has seen more forgiving than my grey hairs have the right to. …Let’s have a talk about my Love. My Love longs for us to curl up next to one another, to hold each other and cherish the other. Require the bond to lay my head near hers and she sends her Loving breath through me- I sense telling chills. Goodnight my lovely angel Love. (Love, peace and goodness to you, yours and your eartH…) © 2012 by the spirits dancing with mark richard prime

I'm in Heaven? I’ve been blind indeed, Christ... Is there no dignity left in my parasitic carcass than this? My beholden is the eartH, the Heart(H) of Creation! (If the eartH’s song does not satisfy, you are too intolerant. The truth comes with both, spirit and the knowledge of Love, and if they came at the same time, Mark Richard Prime, you’d either, wobble around drooling of your ignorance, or death would come weaving its potion over you to absolve you of your gravest sin.) When did I garner the nerve to question Creation? Have I questioned man’s books? Have I confused the truth through deceitful lenses, lenses so overflowing with beauty upon the surface that the eartH just had to suffer my shortsighted imaginings? Will this time be the last time? (Silence…) The key is to be grateful and content with where I am. Not with my words, they mean very little in the larger scheme of things, but with my actions and my ability to just be.

( The Mists of Avalon , The Heart Portal ) (Will they listen to the likes of you?) Yes, my friend. They will listen as much as I will hear their anguish, and I will suffer with them and they with me. Now that we find ourselves together, brothers and sisters, and beginning to realize the grave error regarding truth (it cannot be known until we’ve returned the eartH to her glory), now that we are beginning to sense it, let’s cleanse the eartH to most Heavenly again, as it was created, with humanity as her stewards, angels upon the (H)eartH... Am I repeating myself? (Silence…) Am I repeating myself? © 2012 by mark richard prime

And you Mother, Grandmother, Great Grand-Mother, I give back your love. I return it that you might send it to another more in need. I breathe my love into your gasping lungs. I give it all back, save enough to keep me from falling headlong into agony… (Now is agony, the hell of humankind’s creation.) Tomorrow must be peace. Tomorrow must be Love. Mustn’t it? Am I not held accountable for my actions while I’m living, more than where I believe I’ll end up when I’m dead? (“None shall get to heaven by deeds alone.” “The earth is the Lord’s and everything in it.” What of these verses?) My actions have spoken so much louder than my love. I couldn’t hear my own gnashing of teeth and pulling of hair because the agony between me and Love was too great for me to fathom. Stop. (Silence…) © 2012 by mark richard prime