CONFESSION ZERO

Waiting on my Lovely angel Love’s spirit to arrive like a cool fingertip upon the warm forehead… I’m dancing with the only spirit I’m meant to when she’s in the room… Now we dance in silence to our Love song, she and I, and the noise is faded, minds alert of their own existence. Enough... Breathe. Love. Breathe... © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

The truth is not a fairy tale woven by humankind, at least not to the degree with which our stories have become the fading memory of who we were born to be... © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

This is a somber dance, and I am not sure just where it began? I imagined something was begging me to set it free tonight. It came on me like a current of electricity, why follow the code of the day if all we do with it is bring our own kind screeching to a miserable halt, leaving us useless and raging in our present state of being? O! Why do we not see that the ground and sky is the Heart(H) of Creation? Why do we not understand that there are many who see it the same way, but our fears don't allow us to dispense enough love to keep from drowning in our useless trepidation. Why do we not see that it is our deeds and our beliefs that are savior and Christ, love and forgiveness, life and laughter, belief and duty? (ping) © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Where I will speak I cannot know, save upon the (H)eartH, when I will speak, same thing, they're both definite, the rest is entertainment... © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Something tells me, that if we imagine it without any fear in it, it is then within our minds and our hands to create at the behest of Love's choosing... © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime