CONFESSION ZERO

Good day, fine and finely feathered! ~ The sleep was too long, The dream's catching on, We could be none-the-wiser, A guru, a swami, a mesmerizer, None-the-wiser, none-the-less. We come forth to wage this test. We are legion, We are lion strong! Moving through the valley, Roaring a collective song! Steady your legs... © 2016 Mark Richard Prime

My Hands are your Hands solemn and true © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

It feels like forever my cry, my plea, my love to voice, peace swimming forever and ever into its own, from fledgling innocence to full bore flesh splayed for the world to witness the gravel of graves, the bleached bone and flesh of consumption, the sharp end of the sorrow coming our way, birds flying higher, higher still to simply breathe. The dream’s concluded, now is the time to act. Scream! © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

My dreams sometimes carry me to suspicion. Dear God, let me be who I am when I awake, Peace, a part of the collective's truth, Angel’s to reckon with your Home. Dear (H)eartH, your saviors are soon to arrive, we've much to do, much to salvage of our sleep, Kindness, branches for your exactness, stewards to this awakened dream. © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

Dreams are past and future, never present, unless you've stopped dreaming and open your eyes, then they're present. © 2014 the spirit of Love and Peace dancing through Mark Richard Prime

GRANDMOTHERS - Picking My Own Switch... A branch, not a switch! Eeeek! Grandma chasing me around the yard, both of us laughing when the switch came down with her gentle Love, more a hug than a stinging truth, more of a caress after a bad dream than a disciplined cruelty after a good reverie, more Love and Peace than Fear and War. We love you, Grandma! Thank you for the dance! (The pleasure is mine, child.) Peace and Love © 2014 the spirit of Love and Peace dancing through Mark Richard Prime

The muses that call me to sleep are pre-dream, prerequisite, precursor, pre-ordained, no different than the rest, the same, without title, a spirit without name, a dreaming of Love and Peace... © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

"The timeless in you is aware of life's timelessness. And knows that yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream." __Khalil Gibran Yesterday’s been here, a repeat of the past whose dream’s already arrived, only louder than before. Today is nearly gone, slipped of war's plan, loosed of its lethal explosion, ready to come again. Tomorrow's set to enter, a future of wounds set to drag their newest scar over the children’s tombs. What of now? © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

The full moon meanders over my view as the night air breathes its murmuring voices chirping a song for the evolution of the spirit, a light on Love's way across the sky of my fated slip. I listen that I might sense my place, these words as testament to Love's waltz with Peace. Forgiveness is the tempo found in Creation's choreography. Laugh with me, I ask them, dance that I might feel? My bare feet move in an awkward formation, hands opened up, an invitation to a poor man's dance, humbled by tired knees, a thankful heart, a marionette of truth beneath the sky of stars whose moon gazes upon by chance. O! The dance floor is most inviting with its undetected motion, like the waves of a distant music reaching out to my animal's breath. Sleep beckons my waking life in the dream within the dream, a tribute to a living, to Life's honest return from death. Moonlight awash over the field of dark green musings, nature's orchestra playing an ode i...

I will do what I can to remain in prayer that you might see my change and my sorrow for what I've done... If I have been forgiven, I must then know the reason. If I can't remember, I must be told. If I can't be told, I must believe. See? The story that unfolds before Me is both belief and reality, a sliver between them holds me in the dream. Boom boom, don't scream... © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

It's not the same as forgetting, remembering is a higher form of thinking, what We choose to believe to be coming that might greet us with its belief. I for one don't want to take another tour of hell, it's agonizing from so many, too many, unknowns for the truth in my dance to see the light of day. Imagine then as one of those that have truly seen the word of Creation, God and Love... Should've brought your wife with you, messenger, you wouldn't be made to suffer from beginning to end if you went from the end to the beginning, no suffering, Peace © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Question is, what will our reaction be long after our wars have faded, left to its own devices it will die away like an alley way whisper and open its wings and speak, No more weapons of mass destruction No more support from we the human population Release your fears to me, They'll not have a chance to bloom Chance to be no boom boom Boom boom no more Bing bang a ricochet against the faded truth Let it hit the truth centerward Bring out our bleached bones to greet the sun We need a little help if our songs already sung Singing of Love and Creation's a journey A flight, a cruise over the ebbing water Mother, Father, Daughters Sons, bing bang, it's what they say The spirits dancing within my dance In the dream of the dream's chance. This is dream's resuscitated... © 2012 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 ...

(Dog, whisper of traffic, birdsong, distant clanging and tapping, whir of the wind, sun, car, silence...) I had to come up for air! I found myself sleeping, as the spirit continued to speak through me the dream of a dream held within the water, the soil, the tree and the sky. I'm so glad to have breathed... © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

It is both, my Love and I. The dream is always in the now, the dream is subject to who we are born to be at all times, not a falling scale of loss and grief, that'd send us reeling away from the blow-back coming from Love's center... © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Better to know thy self AND know (remember) your dreams, for they are lessons in the mist... © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

I dreamed I had colossal hands. I mean the size of hope! Someone asked, “Are those your hands?” and I said, “No." "I wish they were, my friend… If I had hands that big I would have held the (H)eartH before the war and kept her children in. I’d have put her in my hands and ran so far away! Away from empire! Away from conquerors and maddened men! And, while I ran, I’d have held her close near my ear and I’d have learned to speak her language, yet still heard her people dear.” Then my hands started to shake and I heard the people in them begin to slake, `Freedom! Freedom! Freedom! A small child then stood upon my wrist and declared to me, `You can put us down, my friend, we are finally free…’ I awoke suddenly! I could still hear the echoes of `freedom’... My hands trembled. Love... (Silence...) © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard 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...

( 15 Mystical Places from Decoded Stuff ) We sense Heaven’s dream of Peace and Love, the way it used to be across this paradise, the Garden of (H)eartH- silence, sound, life, arrangement, the worship of Creation. Let us remember that we are the noise and our noise has begun to enter deep within our sounds. Heed the sound of Peace and Love’s return, recognize their plea. © 2012 the spirit of Love & Peace MrP

This is our prayer… They don’t want us to be alone with our thoughts by design, and once we rebel against the virus, we recognize our Heavenly Home… (ping) The trace is everywhere, the spirit of fear, of possibilities unlimited but all cascading now as one into war. End your course! Stop! Go back and retrace the steps back to Love… Please, for the Love of All, love… They speak to me with broken tongues, with eyes shining as bright as the sun. They look into my eyes for something hidden within me, yet known within themselves, like a cool hand on a fevered brow or a loving caress next to sleep. I want to ask them who I am, but I’ve already been told it’s something I needn't see, the answers to that which I cannot know. Still, I call to them in my dreams and dance alongside their swaying hips. I hold them dear so they might soon share their Love with the new world. They look as if they’ve known me forever, with eyes swimming to the same rhythm as my dreams, with ...