CONFESSION ZERO

("Only you shall not eat flesh with its life, that is, its blood.…") Torch it with a side of reality. (Sorry sir, we are all out of reality tonight, how about actuality instead?) Fine, as long as I can roar... (Roaring's optional.) No. It's not. (Silence...) Now that is optional. (Silence...) © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

Love and Peace shall rise together in Heaven, (H)eartH and Sky. It will be a union like none imagined; a world in harmony, a spirit realm of life, love and laughter. It will be a world alive with a Peace and Love that are never forgotten. Heaven and (H)eartH, the Heart(H) between them, both rising on wings given by God to soar between Creation's many kingdoms. This is the story that is unfolding, this is the way, the truth, and the light beneath and above our wings. Love and Peace © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

We cannot separate ourselves from the (H)eartH as if we're not a part of it. We shall return to the soil and return again to the breathing essence of Life. We're beholden to what gives us everything we need without asking for anything in return. Sounds like God to me. Instead of imagining an escape from our looming dance with the one exactness, let’s get out in front of it by loving, forgiving, and being at Peace with a warless Laughter… © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

"War has a way of creating a solemn numbness, crafting a dying language, where 'natural disaster' and 'collateral damage' sound identical. Murder has a way of creating its own language patterns." Let us look again upon this with a discerning glance... Natural disaster needs be defined: A major adverse event resulting from natural processes of the (H)eartH. War needn't be defined. (War isn't considered a natural disaster.) An adverse event will not rise to the level of a disaster if it occurs in an area without vulnerable populations. War seems to rely on areas with a vulnerable population. War is sounding more similar now to an adverse event resulting from humans, animals that are natural to the (H)eartH. On second thought, I'd rather not look upon war again... Rather think on Peace and Love. My Lovely angel Love is an amazing example of natural beauty. She has a heart so big that it beats for every one, a spirit so loving, ...

Matthew 16:19: "And I will give unto thee the keys of the kingdom of heaven: and whatsoever thou shalt bind on earth shall be bound in heaven: and whatsoever thou shalt loose on earth shall be loosed in heaven." What of this verse? (What of it do you desire to know?) Does this not mean that the (H)eartH and the Heart(H) are Heaven and that Heaven is the HeartH, everything and all, known and unknown? (Umm? What?) Isn't the verse saying that the kingdom of Heaven is the Heart(H) and (H)eartH, the HeartH, and are equally bound by one another, bound by our creations upon it? (It means that God shall give us the keys to Heaven if we will but believe in Him.) But it says whatsoever shall we create on earth, we shall find in heaven, doesn't it? (Yes, but-) No buts. That's what it says. It says that whatsoever we loose on earth shall be loosed in heaven. It means what it says. It means that they are a reflection of one another. (That's taking ...

Met a couple of fellow travelers, Richard (John) and Ania, a couple, "homeless" at the moment. Richard and I spoke for about an hour and a half in the public parking lot on A street next to the trail in Bentonville. He was a gentle soul, a man experiencing some health problems, cataracts (nearing blindness) and various internal issues. Richard had difficulty seeing so we sat near enough to one another as to make it most comfortable. We spoke of homelessness, the church, the Cherokee, we both are descendents, though he was nearer to the tribe by direct descendancy than I, and we talked of society, belief, God, Creation, nature, the (H)eartH, the Heart(H), governance, suffering and its possible meaning. We were doing what we thinking beasts are meant to do, dance with one another's spirit and converse lovingly and thoughtfully about our human purpose. I enjoyed our conversation immensely. (Ania was most kind as well, but she was catching up on her much needed sleep...

1963- Forgiveness... December 29th, 1984- Sleep. 1985-2009- Ricochet. 2005- Love. 2010- Awaken Peace. 2011- Stumble. 2012- Recognition. 2013- Love and Peace. 2014- Love and Peace. 2015- Love and Peace. 2016- Love and Peace. Eternity- Love and Peace, Life and Laughter... ~ I do not forget, I know without knowing, unforgettable that way. The (H)eartH needs to be seen as Home, where the Heart(H) is. The (H)eartH's story trumps any and all that we might imagine, it certainly would stand to reason that it trumps any we've come up with as a collective at this juncture of our journey... © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Tonight I scribe as I have been, but in this moment, this now, this prayer, the night surrounds me, the bitter wind its lament and cry the loving spirit flying the birds to the Mother’s affections. (“The meek shall inherit the eartH”?) I don’t know, but the truth is now resting inside of my path, my chosen path to salvation, to live, love and laugh! I had to craft this, my belief that I am a son of God and Love. Not the only son, but merely one son of the many sons and daughters of Creation. I could believe no other way, not if I was to reach the arms of Love and God in my dance… What way would you have had me chisel, up or down? I imagined that I was chiseling my way out of the hell of my own creation, upside down as I was, I had to be making my way up, climbing through the snakes of my conjuring. We, I believe, can go no other way or be subject to sleep forever in bliss, without pain and remembrance, without thought or Love, save for your spirit, Love’s taken what it needed ...

Tango Charley, we have friendly’s on the ground! You are cleared to level their reality! Engage at will! Copy that, Loving Spirit, engaging now… What was that? (Frequency intervention, I’d imagine.) What the hell is frequency intervention? (There is no hell that I know of. There is only Heaven before my eyes.) Keep us looking up for salvation and we’ll forget that our salvation rests beneath our feet. It’s heaven if we want it! Who doesn’t desire Love? Who doesn’t desire peace and goodness for all of humankind? Who doesn’t desire a healthy eartH? Who truly wants to suffer in such folly when it’s always been up to us as angels to earn our Heavenly Home? We are meant to grow with Creation’s great unknowns and with Love’s most wondrous Heart(H)… (The hell you say!) Why must there be “hell”? Why couldn’t our belief marry our truth and have Love triumph in the end? Haven’t all of our stories, and paintings and words and music and dance, sought out that which was most lo...

If you're not where you want to be, stop waiting and get to singing, change your reality! Love, peace and goodness to you, yours and the eartH, you make of it what you want and can my friend, it in turn will make you. Be sure not to take advantage of such a gift, it is, after all, either a great fortune in your own eyes or an unfortunate one. Both fortune and misfortune combined are agonizing. Love, peace and goodness to you, yours and the (H)eartH... © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Float into Love… It's not the trip taken that necessarily is most important than the journey that's always underway, in or out, up or down… always. Love might be "all" there is (desired by Creation), but we must remember that the fullness of Love (all) is dependent upon the intentions found in our human thoughts, our vessels of prayers, and most importantly in our actions, otherwise we destroy the Heart(H) of Love, and then what? Float into Love, I highly recommend it, but just remember who and where you are. There's a fine balance between we and the Heart(H) of Creation, or at least there damn well should be... Earth, Wind and Fire- without fire, humankind would have succumbed to the eartH's elements, without wind, the scene might seem flat and unmoving, but without eartH? Who knows? Let's have the wind blow out the "Fire" and lets laugh with the (H)eartH of Creation... © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime...

Love and Creation, but there I go repeating myself. Love, Life and Laughter, a Joyful Creation is Goodness. Affection stroking the loving spirit, that we might return Home with gladness in our Heart(H)s… Why must we imagine it any other way? Are there not ample reasons to give the (H)eartH it’s return? It is Life as we know it, not as we believe it. It is. The eartH is our original Mother, a birth she’d grow to regret. Her children tear into her flesh like marauding beasts bent on suffering at their own hand. Turn away from your imaginings for a moment to reflect upon what it is you’re doing with what you know… O! Rejoice at such a truth! Rejoice that the (H)eartH is forgiving, that Love is all, is God if you must, but Love alone covers all we need remember, the truth in humankind’s directive. Remember, time is a creation of humankind, Creation is eternal and cannot be considered time. Right? I mean time is a frame of reference and eternity is timeless. Now is the only “ti...

This morning feels crisp and telling of the story that is about to drift, at a fluttering pace, to the eartH's Love and I will be powerless as to what leaks from my spirit... The traffic seems muted again, as if it were in a tunnel, ears loud, noises unknowable, shriek! No! Shriek is too harsh, dreamlike feels better. Yes. Love my friends is now with me, she holds me near to her Heart(H), both, Mother and eartH… Let's create our own Heaven on (H)eartH, our Heavenly Home. What follows is anybody's guess, but rest assured it will be most loving... Oh my God, you should have known. Why did you leave me here to swill my own fears of you and you and you and you and you and you and me and you and you and you and you and you and me and you and you and you and you and you and you and… why couldn’t you reach out to me? (Stop! There is but one need from you that matters in the least, steward! Your love reflected in your use of the eartH!) Yes. (Silence…) Smoke? Has...

It is said that “He that kneels before God can stand before anything.” Anything, but God, right? How would one kneel upon God and stand before God at the same time? (Humbly. Your standing depends upon how you care for what you're kneeling upon...) I have little choice in the matter since God is, relatively speaking, unknown to me in the flesh. But the spirit, O, it is most ready for me to dance and laugh and love in its Heavenly Home. ...Not my belief alone. Love, peace, belief, truth and goodness to you and yours, the known and the unknown, but most importantly, to the (H)eartH of Creation... ("By kneeling before God we are showing humility in our hearts"...) Yes, and my prayers and heart better be asking forgiveness, I'm kneeling upon the HeartH and must seek forgiveness for my use of the (H)eartH and the Heart(H)? (Love and peace, always...) ... If you want to dance with my spirit, I might warn you that it’s not only mine, it is Love's and it...

The wind. The wind. The rising wind is upon me. The noise does battle her countenance as if she were a whore for our foul consumption! Stop! For the love of Home, stop! Let us instead begin to paint upon her most wondrous skin a prayer for our duty! Ruin, our sorrow built from the fullness of fear, can be breathed into the fullness of Love. I say let’s change the balance from one of fear to one of Love. Let’s do away with our sorrowful beliefs that bring fear of what awaits, instead of getting down to the business of now! Now and now and now… eartH awaits our observance… © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

The roles we choose have always been at our fingertips, if we’d but think with only Love and leave our fears vanquished of their tumble… The eartH is my Heavenly Home. My Heavenly Home is the Heart(H) and the (H)eartH of the HeartH. Where in hell did I imagine myself to be? Again, I repeat myself… © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Climb the walls of oppression! Run as fast as you are able! She waits on your bare footsteps atop the HeartH. The Heart(H) thrums its answers beneath your questions of self… Are they rare, these children born to war? Am I missing something? Doesn’t the worship of war and the worship of the warrior signify that our species has run its course? Fear is steering our ship into hell instead of Heaven. War is the ultimate murderer. It is the life sentence for the innocent and the guilty- And we wonder why our children walk into schools armed to the teeth with rage? Are you kidding me? It’s not the child. It is us, our warring. Stop… What divides us? What has the other done to warrant witnessing their children’s blood splattered on the walls? What grave sin has one to commit to top the slaughter of innocent children, children ripped from the Mother’s grasp, parents shrieking, children’s howling scattered about the landscape? O! War must come to an end! It cannot last for eternity, th...

The dog has its say, the crickets flit their scratch and my prayer lifts man’s noise to a machine of steel teeth clacking over the Heart(H) of Creation. Is there truly a choice? There are no choices, save for that of steward. How do we imagine we’ll convince her otherwise? We have forgotten to pray to her, to recall the eartH’s hold on us, her loving sphere waiting on the goodness born in all things to bloom to its fullness. Tick tock… © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

( Frames/sing - Anslem's Proof of God ) Isn’t it possible that we are a part of this thing we’ve coined evolution, our adaptability theory or our belief’s presumption heaped upon the great and immense unknown unknowable, and we’re evolving toward laughter, life and Love; evolving love in motion toward the fullness, the center of Love, as if our very spirits depend on it? There’s a word for that… (Necessity is your need, not your want. Remember…) There are so many loveless gestures in the spirits that dwell within the one singular exactness of the loving spirit, wherever and whatever. We’re evolving, we’re adapting to our need to love over our inane desire to be King and Queen of the loving eartH of Life, Laughter and Love with a tyrants fist… Rejoice at the news! Our folly can be held away from its trembling if we’ll but love the eartH of Creation in return… (Echo…) The birds chime in as if on cue, or perhaps my ears entered in from prayer to Home, Heaven on eartH t...

( Heart Art (blooming) by Emelisa Mudle ) Boom, Boom, Boom goes the bomb, wailed the children with shattered lips lying underneath the blotted sun. Love! Love! Love! Bring love booming without agony, without death. 160 shards of loveblooms. 160 shells of peace. 160 shrapnels of joy. 160 portions of worship. 160 drones of affection. 160 hearts thumped their last. 160 minds changed. 160 mouths no more in laughter. 160 leftover innocents. 160 divine loves. Boom, wailed the thief! Love, wailed the children! 320 hands no more in prayer. Limbs left to quiver. 320 tender eyes ever closed. Boom, wailed the thief! Boom, wailed the thief! Let me wail love 320 times each day, howl until I too am leftover pieces. Boom, wailed the thief! Love, wailed the children! Love, help us... © 2011 by mark prime