CONFESSION ZERO

Yes! Echo Me back into thoughts of my self, find the whisper, seek God, find Love... I'm rewriting my own damned story, quite literally, thought I'd turn it into medicine and save us all. (You don't have the rights to save us all!) If you were drowning, I bet you'd change your tune. © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Halloween! O! Dress your ghouls in costumes that they might be seen, dress yourself up and let laughter come that it might be felt! O! Dress up your haunts in dregs of another thought and laugh, dress up your intentions and take them on the sweet walk! O! Dress up your imaginations for there is much that still needs done, dress up your dreams to match those of now and you've already won... Was there a costume contest? Damn! Did I miss it? (Welcome! The party was by invitation only, yours must have gotten lost in the shuffle or in the mail.) Is it over? (It's just getting started! Why the long face?) It's my costume. (Oh.) © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

(Who did you choose to be in this, our story, Scribbler?) The opposite of even the need or the idea of a God outside of ourselves. If it turns out to be both, I welcome such a loving outcome. Anything short of Loving intentions will fade away, only loving and peaceful thoughts shall enter the Heavenly structure... © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime