CONFESSION ZERO

To all my fellow brothers and sisters, I offer nothing less than my love, and to my Home I offer the sturdiest of my belief, that which counts before it gets to know the truth of another. I’m headed toward goodness, whatever it may or may not be is not for me to imagine for if I cannot know, I cannot imagine it to be. I will be wrong, so I am trying my best at being the least bit Algebraic in my thoughts. (You? Math? Ha! That’s an outright joke! You couldn’t do math to save your life, numbskull!) And a good day to you fine spirit. (Cut the crap, scribe and get to scribing!) I am and you are along my way. Hello. It was most kind of you to dance with me this morning. It is a dance, our turn to make a difference in what we know instead of ignoring the truth in our duality, what we know and what we can’t. We are gnashing our wits in the hell of our making and we’ve begun to see instead of flee, we are standing up for Home, for Love, for all and everything! Let us empower ourselves...

Woven of experience… (Ready, yet not prepared…) The truth is, this is just another belief woven of only the thoughts of my experience. A lifetime, and I finally find my balance. It is the hope of my true spirit (and yours and yours and yours and yours) to dance with one another (and another and another and another and another and another and another, in my belief). I move into the spirit and the whole lot of dancers seems to know something that I don’t and that I cannot know until something happens... (What?) I don’t know. (Oh. Right, that’s what you said, huh?) In a way, yes… My dance with the spirit and my ideas of Love and love, and a diminishing number of fears, brings me to be able to have my belief and believe it too. I couldn’t believe in anything but Love, otherwise I’d not have recognized that I'm blind to who I am, sightless to the fact that all this is purposeful, (everyone and me and this, our spirited belief.) Only I am not giving it purpose, you are. I...