CONFESSION ZERO

(Dog, whisper of traffic, birdsong, distant clanging and tapping, whir of the wind, sun, car, silence...) I had to come up for air! I found myself sleeping, as the spirit continued to speak through me the dream of a dream held within the water, the soil, the tree and the sky. I'm so glad to have breathed... © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

If belief is limitless, why have we persisted in putting ourselves at Love's center? Are we afraid that the plans in our beliefs are unraveling to reveal fear's breadth ahead of that which is Love's fullness? (Traffic, dogs, neighbors, screen door, mail truck, chatter and clatter among the loved and the loving, grass, green and brown, spirit, air...) © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime