CONFESSION ZERO

("The odd   thing   about people  who  have  too many  books  is how  they   always   want  more .") I believe this is because we're looking for a book that one book that tells us who and what we are. Words are how we humans communicate and books are full of them. Books are fine and all, but in order for us to find out who we are, we've need to read the story born within us. Think of it as a book whose cover is flesh and whose plot has already been written; find that "book" and you've found yourself. Now read it again, and again, until you've memorized it, it’ll be the greatest book you’ll ever read. Mark Richard Prime Peace, with 's agreement... © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

Arkansas Public Policy Panel (Buffalo River, Arkansas) It's personal, this river, this life source, it is personal to all! I, however, can only speak for myself! Not another's words about Me and what I say or think, but MY TRUTH regarding the flowing river and its trough of elixir! I am not angry, I am sorrowful, yet I most certainly take responsibility! New breath, old patience, youth’s goodness and human love, the communal tides of flesh and bone reaching out to another like the freshness of life’s green cover. These speak to me if I but listen. This may ooze from me like sap or surge from me like storms, yet, another way, the one that waits on me to live, is to allow them to move through me at a pace, like the tempo found nestled in a symphony of nature, of animal, of myself, the one that moves within me, within the shadowy wits of my human kind. The things that are given freely, the earth, life, love, I've smothered with my covetous prayers, wasted with a te

The same water is indeed within our touch, ripples move in this way, they stay beneath the hopeful fingers, the gliding hand. The ripples are moving each moment. Feel them, sense them, the echo. © 2014 Mark Richard Prime EARTHJUSTICE

My dreams sometimes carry me to suspicion. Dear God, let me be who I am when I awake, Peace, a part of the collective's truth, Angel’s to reckon with your Home. Dear (H)eartH, your saviors are soon to arrive, we've much to do, much to salvage of our sleep, Kindness, branches for your exactness, stewards to this awakened dream. © 2014 Mark Richard Prime