CONFESSION ZERO

The spirit speaks with Love, not at Love. The spirit dances with hope, not with gloom. The spirit will speak the truth, it's had enough of deceit. Boom boom on the street Faith filled in, yet incomplete Eat too much, consume more than our share Slow down, slow your pace Love begs us to witness its trace Within and without our sway But all inclusive, one size fits all pass Boom bang, fragrant flowers and green grass Bing bong, happy faces with a warless grace Peace © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Just had a good long conversation with a spirit whom I hesitate to "name", at least name anything but, free spirit. A spirit whose demeanor spoke a familiarity, an old familiar song. Man and spirit next to Me, I'd imagine, for me to learn even more of myself, of Me, of We. I seem to be meeting more and more of these spirits on my journey and I truly welcome each of them. I welcome anyone and all, Love each one, it's just that sometimes my spirit notices something familiar of the spirit, teachers as much as students of Life's ebb and flow, those that know, know Me before I them. (Man overboard!) Hush, manic spirit, this is not the time for your antics. I'm thinking clearer now. It seems to be how it's working, I'm opening myself up more and more to the truth within all and everyone, ergo in Me, in We, in the dance long ago in progress, an awakening within my portion of the one spirit, the loving grace born in all. (Oh. Then I am so sorry, scri...

Let these words soar! Bring them forth and celebrate their truth! Don't hold them within anymore! Set them free of your hold and sing! Damn it sing! (Boom boom...) © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Those with special needs we must cherish, not pity. Our pity doesn't serve them or the greater good, it only manages to bring us to envision ourselves as different instead of equals. Difference is learned. It's the first of a series of lies we tell the children. It will do little good to point out the series until we suspend our disbelief... Peace © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime