CONFESSION ZERO

Maybe we're not supposed to be so damned full of ourselves? Maybe the lesson is for us to keep our traps and our machines quiet long enough to hear the (H)eartH's song, the tune the (H)eartH's been playing from the beginning... How's that for lazy afternoon conversation? Shouldn't we discuss the things that truly matter and not the days score or catch or human triumph that does nothing to counterbalance our consumptive nature? © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

Is there rest from this eternity? Might we summon sleep for awhile to just be with Love and God as they hold us near them in blissful sleep…? (I’ll take some of that sleep.) Really, Curmudgeon? (Yes. Between you yammering all day and night and the rest of us closing off our ears to her plea is it any wonder you sound like a raving lunatic!) Yes, but the option’s are limited… Come dance with me, I’ll dance with you in turn and you and I 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 ad you and Love… The quake begins just below my feet- boom boom boom and a rat-a-tat-tat boom boom! The traffic swirls in the machine, Love’s just trying to get out! This is Heaven… (O! Good God! Of course it is! …You’d have to be blind, deaf and woefully prideful to not have always known that.) There aren’t that many things my friends that we truly need to know- air, water, soil, sustenance, sh...

I don’t know, I believe. But what I am able to know must be champion according to what I know, which is very little in the larger scheme; the flipside to belief, if you will. I had little choice in the matter when it came to Love. She doesn’t like to play silly games of greed, lust and control. Damnable fear… Who needs fear on eartH? I need instinct and free will… With all of the noise, I’m missing the HeartH of Creation’s song beneath my feet and over my head. I’m inside of Creation, a child yet to be born… I had to fade out, a breath held deeply, waiting on the truth to whisper an ode in my ear… I could recall them one at a time, the shadows that tore at my heels to keep me from tumbling headlong. I didn’t run from them, I entered in and did bid them to bend their pleas to the majesty of the (H)eartH of Love… Mother and Father, child and angel, woman and man, animal, spirit collectors, Love... (Spirit collectors? Really?) I shouldn’t just have belief to fall back o...