Showing posts from September 2, 2012

The Answers to Your Questions (3:29 p.m.)

Where would it take me if I walked up to everyone I knew and asked them where they thought they were? Would I come away from the experiment any the wiser? Would the outcome of my prayers be known?

One at a time- (1) Perplexed stares because I begged to differ. 2) Only if I remember. 3) Not until the outcome of my prayers.


The answers to your questions.

(They were my questions to give to you, that you might ask them of yourself…)

I still think I’m in half dream, half reality, aren’t we all? But to discern what is real I only need remember the pain and suffering from not knowing where the most important thing, at least in our purposed minds, actually is.

Look no further above your heads and kneel upon the (H)eartH’s forgiving ground.

Purpose is beneath our eyes, and we weep for things that matter little to our Heavenly Home. She is forgiveness and we are in great need of it…


Rat-a-tat boom… Love.






© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing thr…

9.07.12 Friday, September 7, 2012 3:20

Before they didn’t know a thing about me, now I’m trying to convince them that this is heaven. Help me help you and of our quest not tarry, she rises as we speak, the eartH, my sacred vow.

The eartH is the garden of our long lost Eden. Ours must be a loving stewardship of the Heavenly grounds of Heaven…

Get me a coffee, stat! I need supercharged for what’s set to come. It is the whole of Love to stave off our recklessness and pride, squatting on the eartH without a shred of grace!

This is, in my opinion the will of God, Allah, Christ and Love that we come together at this moment of our existence, lifetimes after lifetimes, repeating, and cleanse the Mother eartH of our misuse…

If one follows the pathway to Love they may take the exit ramp just before Love and instead challenge God. Which came first, Love or God?

(Too easy. God.)



Both, simultaneously. Together as one since the inception of God, if that’s even possible…

At once. At inception. We have no full love for life,…

Friday, September, 7th, 2012 at 3:05

I’m a cresting rainbow, a waterfall, a thunder clap and lightening roll, a human bearer of love, a scroll, a scribe, a magician, a forgiven mortal, a lightening bolt beneath the radar, a child joyfully competing for the fullness of Love!

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

Creator’s of Love

If belief is eternal then belief is not ours to add an ending, no conclusion of any kind, it is ours to paint from. Belief’s the paint, the eartH’s the canvas, so we must be the brush.

(Maybe you’re the artist?)

Yes. The scribe of Love, the painter of Love, the pirouette of Love, the orchestra of Love, the mother of Love, the father of Love, the sister, brother, aunt and uncle of Love, the creator’s of Love-

What were the instructions again? I think I missed the memo on that particular day? Help me out my friends, have I truly been asleep that long? Have I not tumbled into my own dream and you are but mere actors on Life’s boiling stage-

Cue the light! Cue the robots consumption! More blood! We need more blood! And… action!

Yes. More action’s needed indeed…

Heaven. Love. Truth. Laughter. Joy. Life. We are there already, so we best make a most loving choice now. And now and now and now and now and now and now and now and now and now and now and now and now and laughter and laughter an…

Imagine Ourselves

The roles we choose have always been at our fingertips, if we’d but think with only Love and leave our fears vanquished of their tumble…

The eartH is my Heavenly Home. My Heavenly Home is the Heart(H) and the (H)eartH of the HeartH. Where in hell did I imagine myself to be? Again, I repeat myself…

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Take Our Hands and Lead Us

The wind and the fan circle their tirade around me, or is it my tirade circling round them? I am a human being and that’s all I can expect of you to think of me. Flawed, loving, but what of my duty? Am I not beholden to the eartH of Creation despite what I believe? Am I not the one that suffers without knowing why or where I am? It’s the who and the what that has me singing her song, me, a steward of love for the (H)eartH of Creation, which, at this moment, I still cannot know… and I’m okay with that.

Trust in Love and Love will guide the “you” to the “me”, and the “me” will take the hand to lead the “you” and the “me” into the arms of eternal Love…

If I am loving to all and to the eartH (there I go repeating myself), if I am loving I’ll gather goodness as if it were a blanket to drape ‘round Love…

In my belief, if I am to be loving, I must weave the blanket with the fullness of my affections; my evolving Life, Love and Laughter…

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard…

Rejoice at Knowing that You Can’t


Yes. Like I said before, everything’s a lie. Rejoice at knowing that you can’t know, that you don’t know. Belief’s a brute. It comes with a spirit or two who don’t play nice.

(Sounds like an excuse.)

Like none other.


Yes. It all is. What we believe can’t be what is, God would have to be some monster in the sky instead of a part of the gift of the eternal Life beneath our feet…

Eternity has already happened my friends. Eternity is. Get used to it, or go to sleep forevermore.

Sleep forever, eternally. That’ll be simple for humankind to pull off, they’re so damn good at closing their eyes to their gravest sin; the attempted murder of all Life, Love and Laughter…




Enough! For the love of the HeartH end this your game of fearful beasts! Let us remember, let us know where we are, not where we believe we are! It is time for us to relinquish this God-fouled belief and begin to cleanse and restore what it is we know! Stop repeating the same mistakes over a…

Rare, These Children

Climb the walls of oppression! Run as fast as you are able! She waits on your bare footsteps atop the HeartH.

The Heart(H) thrums its answers beneath your questions of self…

Are they rare, these children born to war? Am I missing something? Doesn’t the worship of war and the worship of the warrior signify that our species has run its course? Fear is steering our ship into hell instead of Heaven. War is the ultimate murderer. It is the life sentence for the innocent and the guilty- And we wonder why our children walk into schools armed to the teeth with rage? Are you kidding me? It’s not the child. It is us, our warring. Stop…

What divides us? What has the other done to warrant witnessing their children’s blood splattered on the walls? What grave sin has one to commit to top the slaughter of innocent children, children ripped from the Mother’s grasp, parents shrieking, children’s howling scattered about the landscape?

O! War must come to an end! It cannot last for eternity, the eartH…


Everything I've said is a lie. It’s belief, and just because you or I believe it, doesn’t mean it nears the truth of what’s to come...

Belief is not truth, it may have minute resemblance to the one exactness, but it certainly can’t begin to paint the truth, can it?

(The truth of our devout beliefs, yes.)

What of our reality? Doesn’t it, our truth, garner as much or more of our consideration as our beliefs? Wouldn’t that then render belief nearer to fiction, nearer to falsehood than our minds can fathom of the one non-fiction exactness?

Call it God, call it Christ, Call it Allah, or any name you see fit, but the one exactness has had enough of our rhetoric of love. It’s time for our fullness of affection to breach the walls we’ve erected into prison cells that we might lock away our Life, our Love and our Laughter.

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

The Dream of Hell

The dream of hell I readily discounted, for if this belief is that of only love, agony hasn’t room to lay its head. Suffering isn’t anything but natural change, adaptation, evolutionary lines moving our bodies, our skin down, in the neverend of returning to her bosom.

What lies ahead?

I do not know, save for the victory of Love…

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

The Breeze Stumbles

The breeze stumbles quickly in and comes face to face with the traffic roaring along this frame, this moment, this now and now and now and now and it fades into my belief as if it’s following along with the story-line, dancing, as it were… It is. It is.

(It is?)

Yes. It is. Along with grass, the tree, the soil and the tide,
the bird and bug and hound, the spirit of Love personified.

It’s we! We are to rise up on her behalf and cleanse the (H)eartH of our trangressions! We must stop our half-hearted measures and truly rise up and be counted!

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

Rejoice that She is Forgiving

Rejoice that she is forgiving, we should be forgiveness personified! Stand up and be personified! Personification in triplication and quadruplication- externalization- boom boom! The drum in that is frantic that we begin a loving dance…

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

The Brightest Star

The brightest star is always drawing its own light from the next and the next and the next and the next and the next and the next and the- Humankind should be aware that they too are the vessels that carry the light of their purpose…

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

WE Might Be Guaranteed

Just a thought...

WE might be guaranteed the totality of what we believe by the totality of what we know... and that may well prove problematic if we continue to destroy that which is beneath our feet...

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

Dancing With the Spirit

(Red eartH Museum - Spirit Dance - BAM's Blog)

Dancing with the spirit is a matter of timing, or so I've come to find out. I may be dancing with the spirit of another while in the presence of another, the dance cards old, but the belief I let breathe, then I remove the fear within it and release the spirit back into a loving belief and so on.

It dances in me and I'm dancing in Love. The way it was meant to be for me, loving, kind, good, giving and peaceful- forgiveness is my Lovely Love’s most stunning gift and I’m absorbing that there is no doubt, in my belief…

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

Pieced Together the Puzzle

Whew, I almost bit off more than I could chew with that one. I have tumbled long enough now, now I’m swimming with a combined belief system that is beneath us all, in our “me’s”.

(No. Not your “mini-me’s”… but in a pinch?)

I pieced together the puzzle locked tight beneath our fear and this comes pouring out of me, of all, if we’ll but sense the tide for Home.

O! Rise up and be heard! Your whimpering is of no use to your beholden, or to life, love and laughter…

Believe in her your Heavenly Home, and reign in the other beliefs before they give you exactly what you believingly bargained for…

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

This is Heavenly Home

This is Heavenly Home. Weep! Weep! Weep for the crime and lift up the criminal! Weep for the sin and lift up the sinner! Do not turn away from their countenance as if you see yourself as some singular God outside of the whole and dismissive of another’s existence! It is not a game, I mean, sure, it has its similarities (and maybe it is, I don’t know) to a game, but game implies you yourself are not actually in control of your own reality. Damn…

(If you’re a character in a video game, what does that leave the rest, Rimnod?)

The next one and the next one and the next one and the next one and the next one and the next one and the next one and the next one and- it does matter! It is who we were born to be, believers not knowers.

We were meant to bring our most exquisite belief… so I asked to dance with the spirit of another and another and another and another whose spirit I might reach…

© 2012 the spirit of Love & Peace dancing through Mark R. Prime

Let Us Rumble Our Love

(A Hug Goes a Long Way - art by worldofoddy from Lomography)
Let us rumble our Love, not our guns. Let us trumpet our Love not our fear. Let us Love as if our very lives not only depended on it, but were beholden to it and with little choice but to adapt to the evolving Home.

What would we be? It was solely up to us what we evolved into. The way I see it there are two choices, be a child of and friend to the (H)eartH or be her foe, destined to be fully absorbed by Creation's spirit.

Let us begin to adapt to our surroundings as if they were a part of us…

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Prime

She’s Absorbing Me

(eartH Loving from The Eco Goddess Temple)
I’m listening. I hear your song my Lovely HeartH- and the bird chimes in right on time. Sublime!

She’s absorbing me. I’m absorbing into her. One. Sublime…

This is my reality and this, it does seem, has been happening a very long time, perhaps lifetimes of death and dance. I do not know, but when it’s revealed to me I will summon its truth to the highest peaks of imagination!

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

Born in All Things

The dog has its say, the crickets flit their scratch and my prayer lifts man’s noise to a machine of steel teeth clacking over the Heart(H) of Creation.

Is there truly a choice? There are no choices, save for that of steward. How do we imagine we’ll convince her otherwise? We have forgotten to pray to her, to recall the eartH’s hold on us, her loving sphere waiting on the goodness born in all things to bloom to its fullness.

Tick tock…

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

Two Questions, Two Answers

Where did we fail? Why did our union fragment into such loathing that we then slung our poison upon her back and our worship forgot its gravity?

Two questions, two answers, all carved into a shiv for our future suffering…

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

I Challenged its Throne

(They Make Noise Like Feathers from Javen Tanner)
All it takes is a rustle of noise to filter through my sadness at what’s been done. Come songbird! Fly me away from this treachery that I might echo thy song! Come, Love! Why do you tarry at your retribution? Are you not sufficiently tortured that you would gladly give it all up for some peace?

The breeze whispered my name upon its breath and the traffic found entry thorough the air. I challenged its throne, this noise of man’s undoing, greed painted to resemble a God that only exists in the collective mind of men with profit in their sites and death in its reflection. Don’t let them fool you, friend. They mean you harm, they will tear at Love’s flesh until they themselves feel her pulse rise beneath their feet.

(Won’t we all…)

© 2012 the spirit of Love and Peace dancing through Mark Richard Prime

The Balance Between

(Intent.comIntent Blog - Laughing Animals)
Let us laughter to the sky with this one! This spirit, this shell, more precious than the one that came before, is dearer to the whole of life. It is by default dearer to the collective child, it’s another of Love’s spirits born with the strength to cleanse her of our human poisons, to help summon the whole of Creation to our thinking that we might be angels for the eartH instead of leeches.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Goes the traffic, the noise is taking control. We must wrestle it back and bring all fear to its bereavement that we might be savior to the Mother instead of dictator.

Instead of wide screens and skinny jeans and i-pads and i-pods and egocentric scenes and holy belief and unholy deeds tossing down terrible injustices upon the whole of Life, let’s bring our yapping shells of fear out to dance beneath the sun, the moon and stars, the green and the blue and begin cleansing the eartH of Creation, Heavenly Home, of humankind’s poisonous …

Do We Not Love?

Do we not love? Have we the stomach for it anymore? It’s love for Love’s sake! Are we just biding our time, waiting for the hail to fall, the lightening storm to come down its calling?

We must heed her song as it was meant to be, through our humble and most loving silence.

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

Good Morning, Love

(Tri Cycle Farm)
Good morning, Love.

Hello, eartH. Hello, sky. Hello, sea.
Hello, songbird. Hello, blue. Hello, green.


Boom goes the traffic, pulls me from my storm.
Boom goes the noise, settling for Agony’s Eden-
Hell’s Heaven, a world where greed’s the norm-

(And your tall regret’s the last thing you’ll ever see.)

Boom! Boom! Goes the traffic! Boom goes the noise from here through eternity. Imagine eternity as a silent movie. No. Really, close your eyes and imagine silence.

It is not up to us to decide the fate of only our human spirit. We condemn all of life from our reckless deeds!

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

As Thankful for the Rain as Me

(Things to be thankful for... from Cauldrons and Cupcakes)
The grass is tall and lush and moves with the breeze and seems as thankful for the rain as me.

The green and blue have always danced, as love and fear have done, while life and death swagger their tallness across the (H)eartH of Creation…

The truck moans its death in the air and I fall away from my perch momentarily. The traffic comes and goes as if it is trying to work with me. Hush, it says, as the tongue of commerce and trade waggles its casualty through the air and inside the water. We’re changing Heavenly Home as if she’s not good enough to cure, only use until she has no alternative but to weep at our transgressions…

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

Leaking From Both Sides of the Mouth

(Reflecting Reality)
Words are leaking from both sides of the mouth as if a dam has broken, as if words and deeds are tumbling headlong out of belief and into duty.

There is a difference between believing in something and doing it and doing it out of duty, out of honor for her most giving skin. The eartH’s embrace of love and forgiveness are unmatched…

Funny how this story seems to be reflecting my reality, eh? Or is it what belief is able to conjure, a story ingrained within me, not I?

My recognition of duty came frightfully swift, yet the spirit in control of me and my actions held back long enough that I might catch my bearings, hesitated long enough for me to begin to think, imagine, dream, love without fear…

(Tick tock…)

Time is irrelevant to my dilemma.

(Would that be a blessing or a curse?)

Is there a third option?

(Tick tock, Rimnod…)

You seem to have plenty of it, Curmudgeon.

(Damn skippy! All I got is time, and believe you me you’re taking yours and wasting mine!)

© 2012 the sp…

Forgiveness and Grace Have Me Stymied

I’m still smoking. I don’t know why… I’m human? I may have made that particular promise to the wrong side of Love, my fears, to I, not me. Quitting is such sweet sorrow. Do not smoke, do not do as I do, unless in me you sense my image as a reflection of Love…

Just because I chose the fullness of Love over fear doesn’t mean I’m out of the woods. Love’s a tough instinct. It wrestles with doubt- Damn thinking brain! Why couldn’t we have played nice, remembered the reason for our existence, kept our wits about us, held on for our dear Life instead of letting life, love and laughter turn on itself?

O! My Lovely angel Love! Your forgiveness and grace have me stymied. Their power makes it hard to travel so freely about my task, its current is swift, but its journey is most memorable…

(What journey? You’re sitting on your ass painting wordy pictures! Why don’t you do something, Rimnod!)

I am.

(Well that’s not good enough!)

Love, dear spirit, guides me along the path. I am merely Love’s vessel…

Sometimes I Think, I Imagine, I Believe, I Don’t Know

(War Photography - from Little
Sometimes I think, I imagine, I believe, I don’t know, that all of you have been playing your role, so to speak, with a loving purpose toward me.


It’s a bit unclear at the moment, spirit, in time I’m sure it’ll all come around… and round we go again on this our war-filled Home to span the tests of lifetimes just in the knick of this instant, now, now, now, now, now, you, you, you, you, you, you, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, love, love, love, love, love, you, you, you, you, you, you, me, you, you, you, you, you, they, them and we, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you and life, love and laughter fluttering all around the beginning line.

No. Love and God helped me, not the other way around. Sure, I said I would, but I’ve never been much at keeping my vows, so what makes me think I’ve started now?


© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

Words Now Seem Useless

(Postcards from Paradise - from The Angels Wear Fins by Art Lionse)
Words now seem useless, for they too stem from humankind’s fear of the unknown, and if they don’t, they’ve worked their spell on Love and turned ours into a quivering shell…

O! I weep at her song of unrequited love! Bring me to my knees before her and bring my limbs to cease their consumption!

I beg of our collective spirit to rise up now and deliver Mother Earth from bondage!

We have traveled many miles to end up here. Were we not sufficiently equipped to sense the difference between what we did and what we should have done?

Shame on us if we continue to hoodwink ourselves into some makeshift hell on eartH…

If Home is Heavenly, then Heaven must be Home, and if Home is Heavenly, live, laugh and love, rejoice at the chance to be at Home in Heaven…

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

The Garden of (H)eartH

(15 Mystical Places from Decoded Stuff)

We sense Heaven’s dream of Peace and Love, the way it used to be across this paradise, the Garden of (H)eartH- silence, sound, life, arrangement, the worship of Creation.

Let us remember that we are the noise and our noise has begun to enter deep within our sounds.

Heed the sound of Peace and Love’s return, recognize their plea.

© 2012 the spirit of Love & Peace MrP

What a Riddle is this?

Imagine if I’m wrong in this belief, won’t I still then proceed to summon that which is Love and not that which is fear? I believe in it beyond a shadow of a doubt, but I cannot know.

How can I know, this is after all just a belief? If it were known, this would be an easy riddle to solve, but then wouldn’t that render that life has unfolded without purpose?

O! What a riddle is this! Won’t I recall the journey back Home to paradise, might I summon Love and God and be done with belief all together?

Isn’t the truth set to be known? I mean mustn’t that be our eventual purpose, to love with the fullness of our spirit? Why wouldn’t that be enough?


© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

Let Her Breathe

(Green Peace - Ends of the eartH)

Is there a sequel to this, our warring on the eartH?

(Depends, is it profitable to the (H)eartH?)

The HeartH of Creation’s dream has slipped from its reel and our trance has sprung it’s beautiful skin to don the mask of greed.

O! Let her breathe that we might exhale her prayer to all of humankind!

(Relinquish your wars, end your murder and collective suicide. End your famine, quench your torrid thirst and bring your loving affections upon me, whispered the sprit of love, life and laughter in their Home’s fullness…)

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime