CONFESSION ZERO

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

Come on, dear people of this world… let's maintain our grip on our present reality. There is no great big horde of people out there who despise another for saying Merry this or Merry that or Happy that or Happy this or Happy Holiday or Merry Christmas or Hanukkah, or Kwanzaa, or pick your flavor. I pray we end the madness of demanding that our rightness, our righteousness, is the “Truth”. And I pray we end the madness long before all of our “rightness”, bar none, is shown to be, without question, wrong. I don’t know, but I believe beyond doubt that it would behoove us to consider what is beneath our feet as Heaven and that those before us are angels, all, and that all living things are to be cherished, and, I believe, we must do so soon, before we put the final touches upon a Hell of our own creation. (But, just before that last, didn't you pray for all to end the madness of thinking they’re right?) Yes. (Silence…) © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

Begin... We are so tiny. Insignificant. Diminutive. Small. We need awaken to sense the truth in ourselves, in Home, bring our awe beneath us and all around us, the flux, the constant constant. Shall we let it go and be...? This planet, this one, send us pictures of our use on this one! Home is where the Heart(H) and the (H)eartH are... shall we see the truth of us as we view its landscape, it's power, its forgiveness, its offspring... (Pluto is no longer a planet, Scribbler.) What we call it matters not, it is going with the flux and we've little to nothing to say about it. (H)eartH's a planet and look what we're doing to it! It boggles the mind our ignorance, it is lit up by our use of Home... ~~~ ~~~ Toys. More of us need to be toy makers, not so much toy buyers. We can deliver smiles on their faces if we'll but imagine. When I was a kid I played with nothing, I mean I had toys, but those l...