CONFESSION ZERO

Please pray for my nephew, who is the proud graduate to warrior, if truth be told of his spirit, he's peacemaker, but no more and no less than Me. We are nearer the other than you think, my brother's kin, when Peace enters in, War won't stand a chance... © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

Take a chance on the dance that weaves through Me,  a testament at the behest of God through the balance of Peace,  then to Love's ovation. This is the echo of lifetimes of where we've all been is what moves around in a circle of perfection, the grand stage that is ours to cherish and to lovingly and peacefully create as We believe in it! Home is where the Heart(H) is, the (H)eartH, the thrumming orb within the HeartH. Cherish it now, later we'll be glad we did. Truth. © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

This day is ripe with rebirth, prone on its haunches, ready to bring on the Truth as it speaks... What am I sensing if not betrayal? Might I be sensing the plot within my own fingers? Might it be all a story to the never-end? Heaven is eternal and we've repeated now too many tries without knowing anything more than we did when we began to step off the pathway toward God, Love, Forgiveness, Peace and Laughter. Let me return to equilibrium with who, what and where I truly am. Balance is sought in all of us, according to who we were born to be. See? You have no jurisdiction over belief anymore than I do. Belief, when married to your reality, becomes truth within the belief, yet not necessarily the truth within the reality. The wind reminds me of Home as it passes by, the birdsong is underscoring the traffic when I believe it must and should be the other way. Human traffic, noise, isn't a lone gunman. Noise is the army marching on our fledgling creation. (Can We have a redo?...

I’ve no cause to speak of belief, for the knowable writhes underneath my feet and throughout my being. What right do I have to condemn her fate to what I imagine instead of cleansing her fate to resemble mine own… Hell has been here as long as we first conjured it in our thinking. We are born to be creators, and we’ve been destroyers instead. Think with Love, not with your greed. Think with Love, not with your arrogance. Think with Love, not with your consumption. Think… What other choice did I have? Chance, I don’t imagine so. It’s more likely that it was fated due to my choices. Neither really do much justice to the amazing journey upon the pathway of full Love I’ve been traveling. Halleluiah! Rejoice! Great Love awaits this entrance! There have always been two choices, Love and fear, both can summon the spirit and it’s up to us which direction we travel. Full Love can only receive and return full Love. Fear can never be a part of Love, it will not fit. Fear, then, is superfluou...