CONFESSION ZERO

Do not lose faith in God, this child is God! Do not lose faith in God, have faith in humankind! Do not lose faith in Creation, begin to create another view! Do not lose faith in Creation, this child is Creation! Prayer must become an action word! Prayer is an action word! Have faith in the Self, don't lose faith in the God-child! Let us collectively change this reality by our urgent and loving actions! Boom boom... © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Along my way I find two red leaves, brown edges, shades of fall's change. Softer than expected, veins of truth, Life's turn, Love's reassurance that all is as it should be. Careful warns the dove, nature is eternal, humankind's tenure is falling like the leaf, a tumbledown reckoning with nature's truth. Careful, man. Careful, woman. Careful child. Wind. The tadpole wiggles and swims about the rocks, soon the little fellow will change, like the fall, or get eaten by something bigger. Creation has no foe, no predator to take its place. The moon is now but distant in my memory's trace, a face of Love and Forgiveness brightly lit, intended. Careful, says the cricket. Caution, pleads the Blue Jay. Cherish Home, demands Creation alone. Red leaves. Remember, remember, remember, crows the raven... © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

The full moon meanders over my view as the night air breathes its murmuring voices chirping a song for the evolution of the spirit, a light on Love's way across the sky of my fated slip. I listen that I might sense my place, these words as testament to Love's waltz with Peace. Forgiveness is the tempo found in Creation's choreography. Laugh with me, I ask them, dance that I might feel? My bare feet move in an awkward formation, hands opened up, an invitation to a poor man's dance, humbled by tired knees, a thankful heart, a marionette of truth beneath the sky of stars whose moon gazes upon by chance. O! The dance floor is most inviting with its undetected motion, like the waves of a distant music reaching out to my animal's breath. Sleep beckons my waking life in the dream within the dream, a tribute to a living, to Life's honest return from death. Moonlight awash over the field of dark green musings, nature's orchestra playing an ode i

"...exempt no one from your love, or you will be hiding a dark place in your mind where the Holy Spirit is not welcome. And thus you will exempt yourself from His healing power, for by not offering total love you will not be healed completely." Then is it not true that God is essentially hiding the fullness of Love? It makes little sense to say that God will not heal the dark place one has hidden within them because they have chosen to hide it or have failed to express it. As a matter of fact it sounds like a limitation on God. I don’t imagine that the fullness of Love/God has any exclusionary rules for its expression. Begin again… © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

"When you care for someone more than they deserve, you get hurt more than you deserve." Perhaps, yet you also have the potential to learn more than expected. When pain, sorrow, carves deep within the bowl that is your spirit, it makes more room for the return of Love's fullness... Khalil Gibran said it best when he wrote- "The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain." It makes sense. Please, don't stop caring for those that have hurt you, or even for those that might continue to do so, it may well be a tragic mistake that offers no solution to your pain, it may not fill you with what you might expect. All "deserve" to be cared for, bar none. And to those that continue to hurt another, you must release what has a hold of you, it is not your victim that has you or that can release you. It is the thing that is in you that you need conquer in order to be who you were born to be. Conquer what has a hold on yo