CONFESSION ZERO

My God… It happened, it just didn’t happen for the reason that written history claims, I believe quite the opposite occurred… Saviors surround this globe! They are you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and me and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and we and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you… Let us stand up then and act like one… There is no need for my personal take on this belief, is there, or is it that you think I should merely scribe as if I myself am a machine instead of the same as you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and I and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you… (What about me?) Yes. Me and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you...

In my belief... Is there a garage sale in Heaven today? Mountains for pennies on the dollar, rivers to lease for oil and squalor to have their way upon her sacred ground, soil tortured into itself, another casualty along our way. She will not allow us, man and woman, to war our way into oblivion. The Heart(H) has better things in mind for us to do. Her affections are untouched, her skin we’ve torn, nectar wasted. Her sorrowful smile’s about to take a front seat to the truth within our grasp. Many don’t need medicines to reveal their forgiveness and prayer to reach the edge of belief. The steady stream of truth that dances over our unawareness is like a dandelion blowing in the wind, a bird soaring over head, a Lion roaring his approval, his Love brings her breath to him with his eternal vow with Creation, that she would never die… We’re already God, we seem to have forgotten. The child of God can only rise to be the God of Peace, or to be the Great and Grand Mother of all Life. ...

In my belief... There are no heroes set to come, no superman, no savior, save for our entrance at long last ready to cleanse all foul use from off the loving spirit that’s twisting her limbs to speak the Mother’s tongue… In four days I will have begun to seek God and Love in silence and prayer, that they might bid me council. Whatever’s on its way is beautiful, but one that might shock us into a much deeper than our present catatonic state. I debated whether to speak only I or me or to speak as preacher, or write a song and let God take it from there. The latter seemed the likely candidate of where I’ve begun to get a sense of where I’m being led… I am speaking a belief, or so I thought, when in truth, I’m really pleading for some help! Not with my mind, with my journey, for we’re all on the only pathway known to eartH, Love. She is Love and she is forgiving and she is humble, I mean the kind of humble that even I would dare not try. Listen with your loving spirit, bring you...