CONFESSION ZERO

Airstrike is a horrible word. A horrible word for a horrible act of cowardice. Peace is all that need strike the air... © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

The Mother (H)eartH is not weaker than the polluters, it's just that she is very forgiving. Tick tock... We can conquer that which holds ourselves away from sensing our purpose. It is not to conquer anything, it is to submit to Home as most precious. The way to do that is to cherish one another as beings in motion toward the "unknown", upon Home and toward that which we shape, we shape our experience of "reality" as we go forward together... ~ The love of self is the thing which we have had inexplicably altered/stripped away within ourselves. The self gives rise to the collective, the Spirit of humanity's oneness. Cherish one another, cherish Home... Peace and Love © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

I am anchored. I am free. I am anchored. I am free. I am free. I am free. My anchor's a metaphor for my centeredness. It keeps me humble, keeps me aware, I am free... © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Money itself is the reason we are raping the environment, (H)eartH, at a pace never seen before in the history of humankind's tenure. Money is the currency of rape... © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

I know my fine-feathered spirits that you see the forest through the smoke, like many, I'm just going with the flow of the Spirit. I do not mean to cause you to think that I do not see you, the smoke is below, I sense it staying there, We rising above it to its extinguishment... Peace and Love © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Profit is the simple answer, want over need, our monstrous greed, our over-consumption of Home and one another. War and destruction are one another's echo... End the madness! End the madness of money! © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Pray that the fire only consumes our return to cherishment, not mourning more for those in the belly of our massive hunger. God bless them all, God bless the collective of our purpose. We're all firefighters now, all. Lets into the fire to hold off hell... Let the fire be extinguished and we again our Laughter rise, stillness shrouding exhaustion, Peace toting us legs to dance. Love partnered with Peace is agony's foe... © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

This speaks to Me. I'd heard it before, but it echoed loud and clear just now. You? Me? All? Boom boom, do not imagine the echo is just for you... Boom boom. (There's no reverse on the new ship, captain! What the hell are we to do?) Bad choice of words, navigation specialist... (But-) Boom boom... No reverse, no course is set to boom boom, the truth is here, within us all, angel's for Peace. Love agrees. Forgiveness is within our vows, Laughter's inside our remedy. Peace and Love triumph over all the (H)eartH. The (H)eartH triumphs in the never-end, the gift without reverse. Breathe. Love. Breathe. Love. (Silence...) © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

War... We bow to it daily. The wall of war's murders would stretch several times around the globe. War is not just in bombs and guns and vests of suicide and planes diving down their noise, it is in the toxins found in them and in humankind's misuse of poisons, of rape, of genocide, of destruction, of endless consumption, of human purpose! The warring walls are too much, too much for us to fathom if stood side by side- We'd read for eternity the names that war's God-awfulness has taken! Not just boom boom, water rushing over letters the tears to flood the world... Peace and Love © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Knowing where we are is more important than knowing where we are going. Boom boom... © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

I weep at the senseless worship of war that we seem to have. All those names! God! It's insanity! Imagine a wall with all the names of wars miserable murder? What a monstrous thing to weep over! What a sickening thing! We must never ever repeat again, even in the least! --The Wailing Wall of Vietnam-- Boom boom... Peace and Love © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Three of them stood next to the other as if they were proud of man’s savagery, of man’s vile deceit! We needn't look upon the cross, let alone three of them, we needn’t to in order to find our way to God. God is inside of each of us individually, I am only God when you and you and you and you and you and you and you are God. We decide when and where and how and for the most part who we are to become. The “who” of We is the destination, my fine-feathered spirits. But all of you good people know this to be true, so the dance is required of me, and that is now clear to see. If you fail to see, might I suggest you remember this belief’s source, it is pouring through me as you read and as I see for the first time, too. The veil lifts that much more for me. God is within Me and I’m bringing God to We. See? (We do, but do you, scribbler?) Yes. Open your hearts to Me, open your spirits to God, to the truth of where We are… My hazard lights remained off, I...

The deep orange moon slips the horizon rising with the pace of Hamlet's ghost moving across the span casement to casement, a clear sky, three quarter glow, rind and seed. The insects tap out their thrumming beat as I inscribe without deliberation, without plan, no calendar for my prayer, orange to pink, pink to yellow, breathing color. In this moon's rise is the ever changing hue of truth, a faith conceived of hope. Dogs howl approval, hearts howl the thumping veins of their surface, I plead with the night to summon my speech. Speak, scribe! Tell them of your journey, tell them the story of themselves, you've sensed it, they'll listen when you tell them of its breathing, the hallowed veins of God’s ghost thrumming in you... ~ Peace and Love © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Love’s not meant to hurt, it’s meant to rise up and be heard, seen in the echoes of self-worth, felt in the motion of our breathing birth. Love’s not meant to screech or weep, it’s meant to soar in living’s sleep, swim in our beings down deep, flow in the spirits that we keep. Love’s not meant for fears oppression, or to carry war’s fearful lessons, or be silent to the final confession, Love’s meant to stand tall despite the questions. Love’s the soil. Love’s the water. Love’s the air. Love’s the lion. Love’s the otter. Love’s the bear. Love’s the stars. Love’s the shine. Love’s the flare. Love’s the laughter. Love’s the hug. Love’s the care. Love is… © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime