CONFESSION ZERO

Be aware of those that say there are darknesses among us, they might well have them only in their dance, not mine or yours. Awareness is where we need improve our overall dance, to glide with one another on the way toward Love and Peace and Forgiveness and Laughter, God. Let us begin our dance in earnest as a harmonious symphony of thought of Love and Forgiveness personified to groove with Peace and Laughter... Hush not this song. Keep in our gait, in a belief worth repeating, now and now and now and now and fee fee fi fo fum this is the guitar that's been tuned and stringed and strummed and the will of the one. One. One. One but not only one, all, always, evermore, now and now and now and now... Boom boom bing bang bong... © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Again we remain, unmoving automatons, as if our spirit shells are self-destructing no less than as if we are failing the mother, our own. We wait around as if it will come without ...our will. I think it is coming at the same time as my scribing, my plea to the loved, the living and dying, so why do we not act as if the whole is crying our will... The masks cover our inherent shame in how we worshipped, end the grip of our talking boxes and raise our hands to help, Do not consider it work, consider it creation in our grasp, mold it toward the fullness of what our kinship and Love might be, a profound possibility of where we are as a collective moon sustaining me... Don't breathe in the one thing within the truth that holds down Peace. Do not consider the path most consumed, take the one that Loves, that Forgives our use of her, our Laughter upon her bosom. Live, Love and Laugh with me my fine-feathered spirits, this is for you my kindred spirit, my wife, my b

I am humbled by the spirit's kindness. It's not just "mine", this belief that tumbles forth for all to see if they decide to do so. It's ours, it's humankinds as far as I can discern. It is the muse of muses in my belief, God, Love, Peace and Laughter... the medicines that are natural to humankind, (H)eartH based, but not restricted to only what's believed, but what is known to us, and therein lies the dance within my belief. Dance, it's unfolding as we speak. Thank you for your part, kind spirits, in the fullness of our Love among one another and Home. © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Thank you, kind spirits. I, Mark Richard Prime, am humbled and your kindness is delivering unto me the truth of who we are. It's not just me, it's you. Fifty-fifty, equals through and through. Any kind you bestow unto me, I bow to the words before, I myself take any bow. Humble I'll stay, though from your viewpoint I may not know, I am. I am Me, We, We are the whole of Love, Forgiveness, Peace and Laughter... Peace Let the dance come roaring on the key's of dance, upon the piano's hands, moving their Love across our glance! The drums come in right on cue in my belief, they enter in do these instruments of the one song we've been entrusted to be caretakers of this (H)eartH. The sax and the flute hold hands as their beat moves me across the self like partner, thought's in sync, dance mates, choreographers of Heaven, nothing less in our ease which dwells with indifference. The roommate that needs to go because he's manifesting the truth in hi