CONFESSION ZERO

My Lovely angel Love is a true champion of Love and Forgiveness, she is a constant in my journey, I, on the other hand, am not, even of my own path. She is the beacon that I am striving toward. Bit by bit, inch by inch, step by step, leap by leap, spirit by spirit... In this story, everybody's an angel set to be reborn... ~ We three had to forge our own path, my Love and our child, how else could it have been but that we each learn of ourselves in order to believe, and then unite, in truth? ~ I should have known. And that's a lot like saying I should have believed enough to seek it long ago. My head was hi-jacked, of that I haven't a doubt. Now whether it was by my actions or others is irrelevant to now. Yesterday, for that matter, seems to fade of its brightness on the pathway to Love. I accept my role in all of this, We, I believe, must all do the same. I do pray that every role in the never-end turns out to be most loving... ~ God and Love are within...

We would do the (H)eartH and ourselves a favor if we'd rid ourselves of the weight of money. Money is the root of our gravest problems. Why does anything essential, our needs, cost anything? Shouldn't we strive to free ourselves of money's stranglehold on the spirit and the air, water, and soil? Remember, money does not make the world go around, it only makes us unreasonable, keeps us blind to the truth found in our want... © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

If I was indeed born to scribe the words of Love for the world to dote upon, why do I feel as if I am an intruder? (You're more like an insider, scribe.) Yes. On the inside. (Where it belongs.) Yet who says it needs to remain unspoken, why can’t it be spoken into existence like the makeshift hell we've created within our beliefs storm? (It’s yours, scribe, yours alone.) The belief or the storm? (What’s the difference?) Belief is the scribe of my reality, the canvas upon which I continue to paint, making reality the storm. © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime