CONFESSION ZERO

I thought, why create a belief that isn’t overflowing with Love, dancing with one and all? I mean, really, what’s the point in our fear if we don’t use it as an instinct to correct our dispirited failure(s)? (Is that a question or an answer?) Depends on how you perceive it. Most see the eartH as a stomping ground... and I’d imagine the eartH, if she’s made to choose, sees us in much the same way… (Sounds, sinister, scribe.) Depends on how you perceive it… © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Creation’s sound. The loveliest of birds greeted me this morning! They sang their morning warble as if to say all is going along as it should be, as it was meant to be. Their lovely song mesmerized me in dance with the eartH’s spirit swirling in me like October’s oft wintry breeze telling me that death is nothing more and nothing less than life gone beneath itself to the beginning, to Love… How could it be another way, my friends? How is it possible to have missed such a beautiful truth just beneath the feet? The HeartH of Creation’s song plays most crisp in the morning, it opens its eyes to itself as if it were all new again, as if the noise of life-fouled traffic were a waking dream and the truth was eartH’s sounds arising to greet itself and its sun… Love, you’ve been waiting for the day our noise won’t place itself upon the throne and bequeath this land as if to we and not, instead, for thee! O! Please forgive me my indifference! I am so sorry. Leave the motor running, the...