CONFESSION ZERO

( 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

( 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...

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...

( War Photography - from Little Woo.org ) 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. (What?) 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? (Love…) © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle ...

( 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

( 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

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? (Silence…) © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

( 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