CONFESSION ZERO

dear Woman you're floating above like worship we must hold you there raise you up in our thoughts in our prayers our flesh and bone care the truth is, all women are the essence of Mother and this without resistance is the truth of our beginning you are all beautiful not just to God or (H)eartH but to those like Me those who seek our own true worth it is at our birth we seek the light come howling from your loving nest into ready arms and nurturing breasts we seek then to connect for Love's sake upon your pathway our green breathing our beginning you are the pathway back home for each of our warm beginnings through your flesh through your spirit through your red reach woman, mother, daughter sacred echoes of life's new breathing i humbly bow as a son a vacant father a present brother uncle, grandfather i bow to the power of woman to the whole of Mother i graciously applaud the fullness of Mother sacred angels any t

Why do we convince ourselves that the lie, no matter how slight it might be, is somehow better than the truth? It is truly the thing that becomes the roadblock in our way to seeking and perhaps even finding the truth. Overtime the little fib, the tall tale, the lie, becomes heavier and heavier, so heavy in fact, that the lie becomes the truth in our collective and lying eyes. Truly though, it is the ultimate truth that has never been known to us. Does this mean that belief is a lie? When we convince ourselves of something that is not the whole truth and nothing but the truth we find ourselves in a constant erosion of truth. Thank God then that it is a circle we traipse around on or we'd be sunk by the unfolding nature of deceit. Instead we find ourselves waking to a new truth, a new (H)eartH, a true Heaven. The key is to never forget, not memorize our mistakes only to again fall victim to their repetitive nature. © 2016 Mark Richard Prime