CONFESSION ZERO

I am simply writing what is not mine to keep. What I believe is my reason for being here at this very moment in my existence. I would never call what I write or think or feel religious, as most, if not all religions, for me have yet to acknowledge where, who and why they are. I do not see it in their practice, in their prayers, in their forgiveness in their love, so instead of assuming I know more than they, I challenged myself to come up, for me, a much more viable alternative to pigeon-holing it into some rigid format. I imagine it is, for me, the merger of belief and truth, reality... It is not up to me to do much, not even to imagine who or what it is that I am in all of this. Although, the question has escaped these fingers countless times... Love, peace and goodness to you, yours and the (H)eartH... © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Humankind's conception of fear, which is merely a perception to the flip-side of Love, blanches at our advances when our thoughts and ideas and attitudes and prayers and use begin to drench the eartH's forgiveness with the massive waste accumulated through our indifference... If you don't understand what I am doing, ask me, I'll be more than happy to tell you what I truly think and what it means. Yes. Beyond the little sound bites that trickle in now and again, I ask that all dive into the nitty-gritty, damn the torpedoes full Love ahead! Love, peace and goodness to you, yours and he (H)eartH... © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

If anyone finds harm in my words, they should speak up and let me know, for I am doing my best to weave you and you and you and you and you and you and me and you and you and you into my belief if it is ever called for in the future. I thank you again, spirit! You are giving me something to say outside of my prayer and also inside of it. The words depend on your mood along with mine and upon Love... It takes two to tango, which is why I prefer to tango with Love and then, at times, dance with any and all at once until our spirits are caught up in grace and loving one another, as it was, in my belief, meant to be... Love, peace and goodness to you, your health, yours and the (H)eartH... © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

These spirits are real, yours and yours and yours and yours and mine and yours and yours and yours and these spirits can soar! They flit in and out of us like fearful things instead of loving things, loving as they can be, not as they've allowed themselves, ergo the Self, to become. Is that not an important lesson in Love, the need to be content? Let’s begin to summon our selves among our spirits of Love, it’s the only way that I know of to grow, to evolve in our thinking as was bound to happen, Love demands it… We thought these things and we chose to keep on existing in hell instead of Heaven, our beliefs chose this outcome, our deeds are and were a reflection of who we become. Here’s why I need help, my fellow spirits, if I end this belief on any level that has even a hint of fear, the whole foundation of Love will no longer be full and without fullness, Love buckles to fear’s wrath, not Gods. In other words, our own. If fear is an instinct that curls its way into our action