CONFESSION ZERO

I've made it mandatory, these words to do their daily dance, a sort of answering prayer in a manner of speaking, mine, our's and God's... © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

When God and Love approve of the implantation of Peace There's nothing short of God that can stop him... Peace is the balance, I am. I am Peace in the way of our errant tumble... © 2015 MrP, Peace, Love, Laughter, Forgiveness, Scribe, Mark Richard Prime

Trust in Love, Mark Richard Prime. It's the way through in your story and it's the way through in your Life, forgo that and you'll have ended it, your made up never-end, but who could blame you, considering the amount of knowledge we'd been limited to for far too many years? We are children of Love and God's evolution, spiritually and physically... © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

I'm praying to the eartH is essentially what I'm doing. I mean after that which is beneath my feet, the one thing I can possibly truly know in the flesh and bone, it's what I believe that follows her beauty. (It's not rocket science! It isn't as difficult to grasp once your eyes are opened, Scribe.) Eyes and mind. (What's the difference?) Exactness. I am the "God" of my own mind, my own personal belief, it can be no other way in my eyes, yet in my belief, all are God, so what choice did I have really but to follow my Heart(H), which is everything and all, and that, my friends, is a "hell" of a lot of spirit, both fearful and loving! Rejoice that I am coming to for all and everything, even against my own will or even against a majority of my corporeal thinking, thought I'd change my reality as we speak, Heavenly Home instead of ghastly Hell. A Heavenly Home, My Lovely angel Love, my child, my children, my family and friends, but t...

Traffic! Traffic. Traffic... Go the way of silence in most of your day, for spirits must their worship of Love and God. Do not become robotic in your deeds, instead, live, laugh and love in your deeds, ride alongside the fullness of Love and continue your journey. © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

All I need do is ask, and Love swims the answers! It may not be the answer(s) I expected to wind its way from inside out the winding wind, but it is the answer given. The thunder answers my call for affirmation that I have come. I have arrived at what, who and where I was born to be, or so I believe… Like she, like he, like all of life- Love! Love is the answer to all of my questions and I’ve many that trailed of thunder and her rise to greet her thankless children... Maybe God’s welcoming me home…? My Lovely angel Love, you are the echo to my thunder, her rise to greet me smiling, asking if I might obey her majestic glance… Oh! Send in the trumpets with the grace and design and summon their lightening and their rumble and dance their way into my Love, fear to go rumbling beyond God’s loving glimpse… Oh! Let me rejoice at the rain! Let me simmer my laughter and glee that has not summoned the eartH for her truth upon all of this… I am writing her dance, her children of disg...

I’m soaring now with the eagles, the heat wave fluttering their wings while warriors bang their weapons like small god’s bent on battle instead of calling out to Love, instead of reaching out with loving arms. I’m judging them one by one, these visions that writhe before me. She calls to us- We sought you. It isn’t about you, Mark Richard Prime, it is throughout you. It is not the fame they seek it is but the truth… (Silence…) (Love: Side thought- Hello, brother, neighbor, friend. You’re learning…) I’m not sure what humankind needs, but I know the eartH needs Love. Nothing hidden behind a wink... peace, love and goodness is not an exclusive club that only you and I belong to, but deep within all of Life. Spoken with Love... It is not mine alone to hold, it is the spirit of Love… If we die, what will become of she? (Eternity...) To have ever lived to see this day or rejoice at its simplicity! (What?) And now to the second- Out of the blue came this truth in the ...

( Polyvore ) The airplane’s timed to make its flight over at the moment of my impactful prayer within the HeartH, Heaven and Home. Home is where the eartH is. It is a thing that I alone must reckon with in order to foster my fullness of Love. It is a struggle at times, but it is the stewardship of Love, the duty that humankind was born to perform in their thankfulness. Humankind’s creations mean relatively little if the Mother eartH falls at our hand. Imagine then? Love is most essential, she pounds at us with her eartH throbbing from the pace found in man’s hyper-thinking when she should be dancing with her children of her eartH and Love, perhaps. I don’t know anything worth such the fortune of this story found in me… I know it all sounds like it’s way out there, but trust me when I say that everything’s going to be okay in the (never)end- What if I take action before it’s time? Trust in Love and God to guide you along, Mark. What if I waited too long before I began to speak...

( Connect Savannah - on the Wind ) The wind, the wind, the winding wind has nestled its perceptions from corner to corner of Love and I’ve begun in earnest to pay attention! © 2012 by mark richard prime

I’m prepared to end my search for Love if I feel I’ve done my best to care for and worship the HeartH of Creation. My search will end, because I’ve found it… I have sought long and hard for this pleasure and, yes, even the eventual pleasure from the fear that was well rested in me, for the overwhelming influence of God’s Love I was able to grow nearer to Love with great joy in my heart. (The most incredible thing happened!) I wasn’t expecting The Grandmother, I loved mine like no other, I was expecting the pain and the suffering to be lifted, but to land in Heaven, facing her and God and answering for each and every wrong I’d caused and for each good deed that put itself in motion when I was good, was wholly unexpected. She’s in need of my prayer, of my help! I have much more to do than merely be forgiven for my sins. I have to seek beyond the threshold of man’s ideas, dance with spirit, all, the good, the bad and even the ugly- the ugly that’s on the inside, inside ugliness- ide...

( Happiness is Free - Richard Ely ) Love and God want that I laugh, they invented laughter, and tears and mountains and joy and humbleness and forgiveness, but their children have become fearfully cancerous to Heaven. (Sorrow billows from Love’s sky like the feign of winter as humankind used to know it.) The Earth, as we speak, is preparing to heal the wounds of man from the inside out to humankind’s filthy paws! Pray we’ve time to continue to bray at the top of our man-fouled lungs! Pray! Pray! Pray! Pray! Now before the cello plays its last note… I am ready my friend. Let us begin this dance with Love. I will tarry no longer in search of truth, it has found me. Love- I want friends, who doesn’t, but those that I’ve danced with, and they know who they are, and those I missed even as they reached their arms out in need, I found suspicion tapping into my welcome Home party, due to me not understanding what’s been happening- (Hush now, child. You’ve said enough. Might you...

(The uncorrupted Me... I found this child waiting.) My story is upside down! I'm going back to what is known and I'm being greeted with the gift of Love! Have I just squeezed out God? No. I've swam inside of Belief and Love and find her much more to my liking! I know, I must be insane to think of such a thing, the eartH as your only beholden in the flesh and the spirit that you know... than any truth of any that I'll imagine I know... I know nothing! I am one man and the only power I have is with the whole. The fullness of Love is within my reach, within my every fiber while I'm in prayer. The truth of who I am... And we can all get to where I am... the light at the never-end of Love... From scribe to conductor? It is Heaven if we want her! The thought is ours to choose… Would you place your bets on what’s in store, or would you place your bets on the Mother that you know!  The eartH was my final alternative as any God outside my needs…...

They gave me a gift, did my doubts, as I floated along in forgiveness, I made them look at me with a spirit that was only love, her red fruit touching the ground, her green, her sparkling wonder, Love’s truth, not of human’s use… Oh! Bring me your nectar, Mother! I will love thee evermore! Follow me. Follow me. Follow the shimmer of red now dancing through the mirror, across the memory of her, our dear Mother… Rejoice! It is time to rise up with love! To every man, woman and child, it is time to be what we’ve prayed to be, angels, stewards of creation, everything and all that is Love, the beginning and the never-end… ~ (What song is this that laughs a smile wide and sets the spirit to dancing? Human songs, plays, symphonies, architecture, destruction?) That’s the one, the architecture of destruction… Without a shred of a doubt I’m creating a belief. Yes. I believe it completely, and it is one of only Love, where its lesson pierces the soul and reveals the heart of Creation, ...

( Stathi Stathi ) (Echo…) There’s room enough in this belief for God and Love, and God and Love is all of Creation… (Man, and his beliefs… Animals know not to forget where they are…) We haven’t lost our way, we’ve removed our instincts and settled for machines. What do you smell right now? What do you see right now? What do you hear right now? Rumble the horns to announce you’ve been listening? Sinking away, may her echo be another try to reach you… Balance is the key. Believe what I may, but, for the Love of God, I must rise up with a belief that doesn’t settle scores or end in misery, misery unknown, even by Love and God. (GodLove and nothing less…) We’re set to inherit Heaven if we’ll but Love! Let our voices be heard! (Let your actions speak louder, that they might prove to be the saviors to Love…) © 2012 by mark richard prime

( Solar Guadalupe ) “Courage is nothing but well concealed fear.” Yet fear is not necessarily well concealed courage… ~ The courage lies in my not feeling as if I have to tell anyone anything. In belief, or belief in nothing, silence holds the trigger tightly near speech and the noise found in belief… Silence is golden, and golden can be the streets beneath my feet if I build them as a monument of Love… There are rare exceptions to this rule. I talk out of both sides of my being, because there are still two sides to my spirit, Love and Fear- Expand my mind, fear no more and leave me in Heavenly Love forevermore… I balance the nature of who I am by balancing my empathy and my instinct… (Go ahead. They’ll just look at you as a crazy man, like a measly taker and not a fighter…) Why is there need for both fear and Love to be played in order to find Love and God, GodLove? (All of these riddles broken down to their basic steps will always give you the “logical” answer...