CONFESSION ZERO

911... No. Not one day. Let us dedicate our lives to seeking truth. Not one day for prayer and fasting. Everyday those shrouded by buildings need emerge, walk out into the sunlight and speak out against war, against the poisoning of the water, soil, forest, and air, against the destruction of Home and one another. No. Not one day. Confession is fine, but action is true prayer. March on the streets and roads of the (H)eartH I'll no longer participate in deceit, I’ll declare. Let's take back the (H)eartH from corporate greed, from those who fill their coffers with money instead of hope, return the yield back to Creation's sovereign seed, and remember, where we are is begging that we see. No. Not one day, stolen by those with agendas. No. Not one day, taken from the unwitting masses. No. Not one day, remembering things designed to haunt. No. Not one day collapsing in on its own footprint. No. Not one day. All days, everyday, praising our kinshi...

We cannot separate ourselves from the (H)eartH as if we're not a part of it. We shall return to the soil and return again to the breathing essence of Life. We're beholden to what gives us everything we need without asking for anything in return. Sounds like God to me. Instead of imagining an escape from our looming dance with the one exactness, let’s get out in front of it by loving, forgiving, and being at Peace with a warless Laughter… © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

"The timeless in you is aware of life's timelessness. And knows that yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream." __Khalil Gibran Yesterday’s been here, a repeat of the past whose dream’s already arrived, only louder than before. Today is nearly gone, slipped of war's plan, loosed of its lethal explosion, ready to come again. Tomorrow's set to enter, a future of wounds set to drag their newest scar over the children’s tombs. What of now? © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime