CONFESSION ZERO

I’ve been preparing for this for longer than even I imagined. I thought the head injury was physical? But it was as spiritual as it was injurious. It began as a child, came to an abrupt reversal as a young man, and now has seemingly arrived full circle to my deeds, one to go. I’ve need to speak. I’ve desire to speak. I’ve much to speak. I’ve need to be silent. Which is it, rimnod? Speak or silent? Both. That’s impossible! Not if you’re speaking to Love and God, a good balance is required in order to be able to withstand the impact. Speak when prayer and laughter arise, be silent the rest of the time. End the brunt of noise and listen to her song. Sing the ode in her honor, bow to her love, life and laughter… (Silence…) Love. (Silence…) Life. (Silence…) Laughter. The wind spills its breath as if it has been waiting to speak for ages now, that we might hear the truth beneath our squall… (Silence…) Silence is required… The bug chimes in with his disgruntled pe

Where and when? Don't know yet (the eartH), but when, well that is the future and I can't read it... It matters not what we call the Creator, it matters what we do. The eartH is our Home and of Creation and look what we have done to her? Perhaps I gave myself too much credit and wrote more of my own pain and suffering than I ever imagined in another? It's not credit, it's penance. © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime