CONFESSION ZERO

Resistance to belief is Fertile. (Did you mean, futile?) No. It wasn’t intentional, it breathes inside of me. My story is upside down. I'm going back to what is known and I'm being greeted with the gift of Love. (Have you just squeezed out God?) No. I've swum inside of belief and Love and found her much more to my liking. I know, I must be insane to think of such a thing, the eartH as my only beholden in the flesh and the spirit that I know... than any truth of any that I'll imagine... I know nothing. I am one man and the only power I have is with the whole. The fullness of Love is within my reach, within my every fiber while I'm in prayer. The truth of who I am... I see the light at the never-end of Love... (From scribe to conductor?) It is Heaven if we want her! The thought is ours to choose… (Would you place your bets on what’s in store, or would you place your bets on the Mother that you know!) The eartH was my final alternative as any God

( Songbird Studio - Violin Lake ) It makes its way to me in prayer, this spirit of my dance. It isn’t the man I became, or the many I’m with in dance, by prayer, by chance, by fate, by sanity, by simple reasoned explanations- maybe it’s all a dream…? I’ll go with Love and place within her my Heart(H)… The birds and breeze, the sky and sun, the sounds of Heaven soaring over man’s noise, the perfect accompaniment for what I have to say. (The violin floats by as the songbird summons her aria and the wind lets its presence be known…) Let me begin to pray to what I know and not what’s made from thought! Prayer is Love’s scribe and God’s unwitting stumble… Take back my mind! Snatch it back, it's been snatched! Take it back, the key to Love’s door. (Quiet your mind, Mark, and joyfully help create Love’s masterpiece!) Oh! Rejoice and make history! (Better make your fear history, too.) What is this squat word that brings man to trembling on his knees? (God?) I me