CONFESSION ZERO

( Holly Friesen - The Roaring Inside ) The heaven I paint is the heaven I get. The hell I paint, is mine as well, and so on, eternal blue bird, your sweet reverie wafts into my spirit, you too, eagle, you too, lovely bird. Sing me your stories and I’ll weave them into Love’s graces, and we, together as one spirit, can prove our allegiance to both, Mother and Father, honor the home, cherish and love it, our reason for being, our beholden, the eartH. (Wake up children! Quick! Into the cellar, there’s a storm a brewin’ between Love and Fear, Heaven and Hell, Here on Earth. On earth as it is in heaven, in heaven as it is on earth! We are home! Heaven is indeed ours to paint!) Heaven is mine to paint! (Humankind are angels! Woe to the next line… Brothers and sisters of Love, humankinds been led away from Truth. Humankind’s been stumbling their thick arses across the globe like raving zombies! Humankind’s set their air off with a foul venom, humankind has deadened the soil from a

( Mother eartH is Waking Up ) Will you tell me when I'm ready? (Yes.) I urged The Grandmother to open my eyes, she lifted them to a slow and steady revelation of who I‘d become, I shrieked and began to change directions. I believe... The landscape's been littered with my former self scraping its jerking corpse across Heavenly (H)eartH like I owned the place! Indifference after indifference, sightlessness run rampant hand to hand, heart to heart, spirit to spirit, love to love! O! My shadow is all but gone, my payment, the suffering witnessed through eyes gazing upon Heaven… (You’re ready.) © 2012 by the spirits dancing with mark richard prime

This mind needs to rest, but it’s kind of busy at this leg of my journey. Many of you seem to understand that it is from my Heart(H) that I’m expressing my thoughts, the Love I speak of belongs to Creation. The Love I’ve found in my belief is the Love of Creation. (And humankind is defiling the Heart(H), yet still imagine they’re destined for righteous glory...) Have I earned her love? Have I been silent long enough to sense Truth? (Does it end with Love of all and everything?) Might I, after my debasement of Love‘s (H)eartH, truly still imagine that I’m on my way to Heaven? Love is everything. (Humankind’s mind hasn’t imagined itself even remotely near to Love.) Life is Love. Love is Laughter. Love is water. Love is forest. Love is rain. Love is wind. Love is thunder. Love is the moon. Love is the ocean. Love is the sea. Love is snow. Love is animal. Love is spirit. Love is comfort. Love is without hunger. Love does not imagine. Love is we and everything. Love is.

There was one star in the midnight sky. It vaguely winked at me as if it were distracted by other things; chaos, wars, murder, greed. I think the heaven’s lookout, this singular star that kept watch through the foggy clouds, appeared to drift closer, a sentry pacing my night. The blessed sentry, the Great Grand-Mother, Life, Love and Truth for all of our nights, seen or unseen. It’s time they said. (It’s time to begin. It is time to set your beliefs aside and come together in commonality, come together in Love! You must cleanse this world of manmade poisons and begin to care for her shores, her oceans, her forests and sacred lands before her patience snaps in two and she quivers her verse through rock and clay or delivers her message for a boulder to come down calling. She’ll stomach the pain of its healing long before she’ll stomach the pain of humankind’s suicidal journey.) (Don’t leave out the charade.) Oh Yes! Let’s play a charade! Let’s act, as if I’m sightless to and una

( Kaleidoscope of Autumn - Love These Pics ) The wind blows its cold through the dark and the willow tree kicks her arms and summons me to dream my belief to the pleasure of Love. On bent knee I cry out into the darkness. Nothing. I beseech the wind to forgive me. Nothing. I plead with the soil to allow me another chance to serve Creation. Tremble, drum, string, wind, breathing Love throughout Peace & Love’s kingdom. She calls to me. She yearns for my Peace and Love to come laughing in my confident hands, drip from my every breath, from my deeds. (No one shall be in Heaven until they realize where they are.) © 2012 by the spirits dancing with mark richard prime