CONFESSION ZERO

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

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

( 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

( Intent.com -  Intent 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 humanki...

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

( Tri Cycle Farm ) Good morning, Love. Hello, eartH. Hello, sky. Hello, sea. Hello, songbird. Hello, blue. Hello, green. (Hello.) 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