CONFESSION ZERO

I am the next one, are these words the thing that evade my howling lips? Do I see them more as a metaphor and have yet to feel the audacity of their truth? Have I unwittingly staged a coup d'état on hell? Maybe it was purposeful from the spirit of Love. If humankind will but recognize belief as our return of love to Love we’ll have meaning. It never ceases, it is eternal this ingestion of the fullness of love, Love would have it no other way. Did we really expect Creation’s love to end? We haven’t the capacity for such thought? Never-end? If Heaven truly does exist, then we, my finely un-feathered friends, are already inside of eternity, so wouldn’t it be best if we began to recognize where we are and treat eternity as if it’s Heaven, or at the least as a Heavenly Home? (Silence…) (Wind…) (Traffic!) Human-fouled traffic wanting me to fear! Anything and anyone that invites fear into my heart must be regarded as the enemy to the fullness of Love. (Echo…) (Silence…)

Tell me who I am, or must I ask? Tell me who I am, spirit. Help me unmask me, lift the veil before my eyes and summon the fullness of Love… (You must!) Why? Because you say it as if you know it to be, as if you know some unknown and perhaps unknowable fact, perhaps you do, perhaps we all do, but until it is made known to me, I'd say none of us likely do. I personally know very little, save for what calls to my inner self and won't let go, yet many of those spiritual kinds of things cannot be explained by words, so perhaps silence is the key to all of this…? (Silence…) I do, however, like and agree, save for the demanding tone (of which I've little room to talk), but I agree that it would, in my belief, be in humankind’s best interests to do just that, make ripples that are most loving without drawing conclusions or demanding anything, but I don't know. It has, in my belief, made sense in these very real words that have been pouring these idea-filled prayers f