CONFESSION ZERO

Regarding the words written by another of what Jesus said or didn't say--- I believe that once they (I) realize that the fullness of Love is present within them (me), they and I had better get to resurrecting our most loving deeds upon our reality to make up for the way we've used Love as an individual, a balance needs to be met, so to speak... © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

This is a somber dance, and I am not sure just where it began? I imagined something was begging me to set it free tonight. It came on me like a current of electricity, why follow the code of the day if all we do with it is bring our own kind screeching to a miserable halt, leaving us useless and raging in our present state of being? O! Why do we not see that the ground and sky is the Heart(H) of Creation? Why do we not understand that there are many who see it the same way, but our fears don't allow us to dispense enough love to keep from drowning in our useless trepidation. Why do we not see that it is our deeds and our beliefs that are savior and Christ, love and forgiveness, life and laughter, belief and duty? (ping) © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

It's not just my physical deeds that count, it is also the deeds found, or not found, in my belief that count, too. © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

They wanted to give me their righteous anger at my failures, so I had to show them I mean no harm whatsoever to come to you and yours and theirs and theirs, which is why I am here to begin with- I’m the next one, you’re the next one, let us make our prayers to the eartH for a while and send the rest up to our image of the one exactness, God, Allah, Christ, Buddha, Pope, moral compasses gone way out of balance now slipping from their reasoning. Tipping toward grave sorrow instead of the fullness of Love… The rather distant past has us stymied like a bunch of derelicts standing at the gate with our hand out waiting with fury and fear instead of our peace and our love, that those who oppress us are our brothers and our sisters, all! © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

( Tri Cycle Farm ) Good morning, Love. Hello, eartH. Hello, sky. Hello, sea. Hello, songbird. Hello, blue. Hello, green. (Hello.) Boom goes the traffic, pulls me from my storm. Boom goes the noise, settling for Agony’s Eden- Hell’s Heaven, a world where greed’s the norm- (And your tall regret’s the last thing you’ll ever see.) Boom! Boom! Goes the traffic! Boom goes the noise from here through eternity. Imagine eternity as a silent movie. No. Really, close your eyes and imagine silence. It is not up to us to decide the fate of only our human spirit. We condemn all of life from our reckless deeds! © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

( Reflecting Reality ) Words are leaking from both sides of the mouth as if a dam has broken, as if words and deeds are tumbling headlong out of belief and into duty. There is a difference between believing in something and doing it and doing it out of duty, out of honor for her most giving skin. The eartH’s embrace of love and forgiveness are unmatched… Funny how this story seems to be reflecting my reality, eh? Or is it what belief is able to conjure, a story ingrained within me, not I? My recognition of duty came frightfully swift, yet the spirit in control of me and my actions held back long enough that I might catch my bearings, hesitated long enough for me to begin to think, imagine, dream, love without fear… (Tick tock…) Time is irrelevant to my dilemma. (Would that be a blessing or a curse?) Is there a third option? (Tick tock, Rimnod…) You seem to have plenty of it, Curmudgeon. (Damn skippy! All I got is time, and believe you me you’re taking yours and...

( Postcards from Paradise - from  The Angels Wear Fins  by Art Lionse ) Words now seem useless, for they too stem from humankind’s fear of the unknown, and if they don’t, they’ve worked their spell on Love and turned ours into a quivering shell… O! I weep at her song of unrequited love! Bring me to my knees before her and bring my limbs to cease their consumption! I beg of our collective spirit to rise up now and deliver Mother Earth from bondage! We have traveled many miles to end up here. Were we not sufficiently equipped to sense the difference between what we did and what we should have done? Shame on us if we continue to hoodwink ourselves into some makeshift hell on eartH… If Home is Heavenly, then Heaven must be Home, and if Home is Heavenly, live, laugh and love, rejoice at the chance to be at Home in Heaven… © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

I’ve been preparing for this for longer than even I imagined. I thought the head injury was physical? But it was as spiritual as it was injurious. It began as a child, came to an abrupt reversal as a young man, and now has seemingly arrived full circle to my deeds, one to go. I’ve need to speak. I’ve desire to speak. I’ve much to speak. I’ve need to be silent. Which is it, rimnod? Speak or silent? Both. That’s impossible! Not if you’re speaking to Love and God, a good balance is required in order to be able to withstand the impact. Speak when prayer and laughter arise, be silent the rest of the time. End the brunt of noise and listen to her song. Sing the ode in her honor, bow to her love, life and laughter… (Silence…) Love. (Silence…) Life. (Silence…) Laughter. The wind spills its breath as if it has been waiting to speak for ages now, that we might hear the truth beneath our squall… (Silence…) Silence is required… The bug chimes in with his disgruntled pe...

If I were God I’d end all of man’s foul use, war, genocide, murder, mayhem and greed, slavery and wickedness, lies and control. (Slavery is voluntary…) God doesn’t need me, the (H)eartH of Love is the one that summoned the next one to speak on her behalf, the Mother. I hadn’t imagined it… I couldn’t resist her beauty. She is Love and Forgiveness and I must return her joy to her out of duty… (Never heard of such a thing.) Real or imagined, I will be spirit. (Yes you will…) I’m nothing special. Is that why I cannot know? (Discuss your loving belief out in the open throughout your walk and you’ll be led down a path of outcomes, all correct in their framing.) Save the idle chats, I’ve need to imagine the truth of my reality. It is not what I imagine it is. It is the ultimate suffering ground due to our being sightless in our beliefs. We were born to create, whether we're doomed or our spirits are lifted away from our fear that Love might again soar within us... (...

In my belief... I've had enough of this outside in story falling out all jumbled up and missing the truth in the flesh when all of our eager words without deeds only manage to punish the air with their foul sway… The truth is all I truly seek. Who am I, what am I and where am I? (What of the me?) Already figured that one out, dear spirit. It’s the “I” that the “me” can’t quite grasp. Why the game, why the plot thickening upon the tree that took a life? I’m done with that story. I’ve lived it everyday and it’s been playing backwards since I was a child, my head got rung up a time or two and flipped “me” upside down into “I”… Sleep away the pain of this life, lift it from me dear Wife and Mother, Great and Grand Mother that I may lift mine from off of your own… (Don’t be angry, they were just ushering you in…) I’m destroying evil that we might dance atop the laughter of the HeartH! It matters in only one duty- stewardship of the Home, stewards for Love’s dancing spir...

( Kaleidoscope of Autumn - Love These Pics ) The wind blows its cold through the dark and the willow tree kicks her arms and summons me to dream my belief to the pleasure of Love. On bent knee I cry out into the darkness. Nothing. I beseech the wind to forgive me. Nothing. I plead with the soil to allow me another chance to serve Creation. Tremble, drum, string, wind, breathing Love throughout Peace & Love’s kingdom. She calls to me. She yearns for my Peace and Love to come laughing in my confident hands, drip from my every breath, from my deeds. (No one shall be in Heaven until they realize where they are.) © 2012 by the spirits dancing with mark richard prime

The balance is tricky between love and fear. Love may now be intensifying, but there are oceans to cleanse, trees to plant, soil to enrich, air and water to purify, and kinship to offer freely before the Heaven of my imagination opens up like a flower upon my slack jawed remembrance. (Do not be afraid, she is full Love.) Everlasting sleep might be just what the doctor ordered, but I’m not a doctor, so I choose instead to desire life eternal in my belief, living evermore, there’s far less suffering as a result, at least that’s what I believe. Living is so much more appealing to me than dying, for what is death but an unknowable? I should want to know and believe in life while I’m living… (Love has two levels, overflowing and not enough…) The best way to not lose my way in belief is to carry only Love in everything I do and imagine… (When deeds surrender to belief, the eartH will succumb to misery…) I awoke in the hell of my making and crawled through the muck to get back ...