CONFESSION ZERO

( The Essence of Shakespearean Tragedy by David Chandler ) (The essence of Shakespeare's tragedies is the expression of one of the great paradoxes of life. We might call it the paradox of disappointment. Defeat, shattered hopes, and ultimately death face us all as human beings. They are very real, but somehow we have the intuitive feeling that they are out of place. They seem to be intruders into life. Tragic literature confronts us afresh with this paradox and we become fascinated by it. More …) (Silence...)  Forgive and forget, for if we remember transgressions as a lesson in fear, fear will do its best to mask our Love with contempt… Let Love free! Send it out like the first breath! Echo its message of forgiveness! Rejoice that the savior is we! The source is known, the truth will bring you to tears, but fret not, instead, act upon what is known instinctually… (Instinct’s so yesterday!) Instinct! It should have never worn the tragic mask… (Comedy of Errors, ins...

I've felt as if I were operating outside of my self, outside of reality, for most of my life, or, should I say, for all of this life that I can recall… Am I not supposed to be writing legibly? Am I supposed to be writing something that will summon fear of my words instead of Peace and Love? Well, my head is upside down, so I’m writing as me for love, for peace. My toughest opponent has been the fearful spirit, now  Love and peace feel like instinct, routine. (Careful, Scribe, there’s nothing routine about Creation.) I beg to differ, kind spirit. The unexpected routine is the most intriguing part of its genius. (How can the “unexpected” be given routine's status when it is a part of that which cannot be known?) But I speak of the one thing that is most knowable to humankind, the (H)eartH. The (H)eartH is, I suspect our only true known. (Humanity seems to have missed the larger picture of what it knows and opted instead to rely on what it believes, though t...

( The Silvereye ) The birdsong takes flight and my ears summon its truth. Truth, they sing, will be mine to craft with nothing more and nothing less than the fullness of Love… (Or so you believe?) Yes. Beyond even your own pittance of doubt… (Silence… Sound…) The spirit arrives in a clanging transport, with love as cargo, forgiveness as key to the Love locked outside. Love’s banging on the door, wanting in. Let us begin the long journey back Home to retrieve our forgiveness, love and peace… © 2012 the spirit of Love and Peace dancing through Mark Richard Prime

The truth of the matter is… who knows, but the joy felt in being okay with the silence of truth, the resonation of the unknowable, is as powerful as the belief that one imagines what the flesh cannot possibly have known, but damn well should have remembered… © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime