CONFESSION ZERO

One cannot dance with the fullness of Love without their sadness being lifted away from their thinking’s reach… A turn with full Love will bring my spirit to its feet and send me love letters from my self. Oh! It will be a joyous occasion that we summon the fullness of Love from out of such a fond belief. The opposite is true when my beliefs are tipped in sorrow and the mess I’ve made comes calling… Careful who you call... (Silence…) I might get lucky in this belief raining down on me, and I’m able to continue to write this script until the neverend of time, and still, I might sleep evermore or sleep a while until Love again beckons my face… Either way, it’s a win for me and a loss for me, tie goes to the runner. Who do you think you were born to be, brother? Where did you imagine your allegiances, sister? Why did she suffer so from her children’s agony and their willingness to die for what is believed instead of what is known. Real as the memory of water, as the truth of ...

In my belief... I've had enough of this outside in story falling out all jumbled up and missing the truth in the flesh when all of our eager words without deeds only manage to punish the air with their foul sway… The truth is all I truly seek. Who am I, what am I and where am I? (What of the me?) Already figured that one out, dear spirit. It’s the “I” that the “me” can’t quite grasp. Why the game, why the plot thickening upon the tree that took a life? I’m done with that story. I’ve lived it everyday and it’s been playing backwards since I was a child, my head got rung up a time or two and flipped “me” upside down into “I”… Sleep away the pain of this life, lift it from me dear Wife and Mother, Great and Grand Mother that I may lift mine from off of your own… (Don’t be angry, they were just ushering you in…) I’m destroying evil that we might dance atop the laughter of the HeartH! It matters in only one duty- stewardship of the Home, stewards for Love’s dancing spir...

In my belief... Cruel and unusual comes to mind, this plan, of the salvation to come, is in two forms; Love, which is a way of saying desire or prayer or God, a prayer in and of itself, and the other is deeds against her. Isn’t my duty to the Mother, the eartH and Love to which I owe my breath, where my allegiances should be? Oh! Rejoice that Heaven is indeed where I am! I am already there and now that fear has been vanquished, let me travel with the fullness of Love. Love and Truth are with all, I must make my choice for Love, or I will have been a lie, nothing but another try to find the next one able, and/or willing, to make the journey to save the collective self. (Too much noise, the siren of fear, and not enough Laughter, the siren of Love…) Who we are, our purpose, our Home is what we must search for together in order for us humans to summon the fullness of the spirit of Love… (You can make this your paradise on eartH while you imagine another!) God and Love beli...

(1) These are the thoughts spoken by Charles Morse (Anthony Hopkins) and Robert Green (Alec Baldwin) in the movie The Edge. Both are lost in the Alaskan wilderness – on their tracks, a man-eating bear.  Charles:  Yeah, see, they die of shame. “What did I do wrong? How could I have gotten myself into this?” And so they sit there and they…die…because they didn’t do the one thing that would save their lives. Robert:  And what is that, Charles? Charles: Thinking. *~* (Shame.) It’s a bit tricky, is shame. It's often hard to admit, because it reminds us of our our collusion. (Shame is like Velcro.) I suppose that's why shame hurts so much more when you're naked… I believe it is the bitterness that stuffs forgiveness inside of us like rusty metal in a sealed crate, the weight too great to carry, the lid held down by rage, and the contents, still waiting to breathe... I believe that Peace is the breeze that is felt after we let go of our bitterness… (Pe...