CONFESSION ZERO

I’m dancing with your loving spirit when I pray, yet dancing with the fears of one another’s belief when I am not… (As if they are known…) Is there truly anything more deplorable than me spouting off my belief when we’ve all got one of our own to spare? I don’t know diddly squat, as I’ve want to say, so why do I persist, while in prayer, in doing just that? Could it be that truth is also an action verb? That’s crazy! (Is it?) Yes. It is why I believe that prayer is personal, yet dually an action verb. (It could be a game designed from out of your belief(s), belief in the demonstrably unknowable, save one.) Let’s stop praying to what we believe and start praying to what we know- The eartH. The eartH, and we will, in this belief, suffer less. But even this belief is one among so many varying hopes and dreams and nightmares and parasitic cravings that need me to see them in the correct light before I can engage them upon even those willing. If I’m going to believe in somet...

The breeze blows through and for the first time this morning, my prayer soars away, set free of my will and in motion toward the fullness of Love. If full Love exists inside of me, as I believe, then aren’t I, in effect, praying to my sovereign self? Praying that I might put my prayers into action instead of setting them free out there in the ether somewhere under the impression and with certainty that they’ll be answered requiring no action from me? (Silence…) What if I look at prayer as an action word? If I am bent upon knees, wailing at the wall, singing Love’s praises, bowed in reverence, or some other ritual in worship, am I not idle in my prayer? Am I not then, from my idleness, unable to discern if my howling has brought Love’s countenance upon the eartH of Creation’s needs as well as upon humankind, unable to see if it has sputtered and flailed in its firm demise...? I sometimes forget where I am. I sometimes imagine there’s this fearful plot standing next to me and ...