CONFESSION ZERO

1. We are to evolve from birth, after birth, onward. It is easy to see that the environment one is raised in can easily predetermine their future behavior, so it is in our best interests to be equals, and then we all have an equal chance to live a happier and healthier life. As a matter of fact, I’d say it’s likely that everything would improve as it should, returning to a state of equilibrium, who knows what we might accomplish in balance. Then Peace enters into silence, and thus it mostly remains, save for the breathless joy of such revelations… 2. The nature of humankind is nature. It is evident that we have forgotten where we belong at this juncture of our dance. We’re busy wondering what if and planning to explore space, but to what end? Leave a suffering planet to go wreak havoc on another one is not the smartest move to make, the one breathing beneath our feet is Home, best keep it nice and clean as a thank you for such a wonderful creation as Mother (H)eartH- beautiful, ou...

What greater motivation than Love? Peace, the culminating factor we tend to dismiss in our wars... I love the tribe! The Tribe, too! All Tribes need focus on the solution of the story unfolding without our willing it... we are on our way Home. Thank you, fine-feathered angels! Peace © 2014 Mark Richard Prime The wolf cousin moves in us it prowls the night all at once it dreams it rests in flesh It creates in our spirit a truth of We... Mark Richard Prime, kinship...

I believe when we ridicule another for what or how they wear their clothes or tattoos, and/or piercings, or make fun of another in one form or fashion, are truly a sad testament to a petty form of intolerance. It may not seem like much, but it feels like a holier than thou moment, a prideful disregard for the free will of another. Expression comes in many forms, instead of ridiculing another for a choice why not speak with them without disdain, it'd go a long way in keeping the peace... © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

Dear Apostle Peter, "The only forgiveness is the cessation of recollection of these acts, so that they become as though they had never been." Seems to me you left out the part about us rectifying our misdeeds through our actions, after all, our deeds obviously speak so much louder than our beliefs. As a matter of fact, belief and action must go hand in hand, otherwise what would be the point of our freewill? You also seemed to leave out the part about us needing to make amends to our destructive breath whether Creation requires it of us or not. You left out the fact that even you have forgotten your own foibles via your illogical deduction and utilization of what you imagined to be true instead of what you knew to be true, and maybe you even forgot that prayer is an action word. I don't know, you're not around for me to ask... Have I not just asked it of your spirited belief? Love, peace and goodness to you, yours and the (H)eartH... © 2012 the spirit of Love ...

A friend of mine just responded to the word “compassion” with, “Pain you decide to feel.”. Lovely way of seeing the word in action, placing yourself into it that you might feel through its skin, through its every thought… Is that the pain we decide to feel or is that the pain of Love boiling in our veins? (It’s both. Without the free will, Love would have already ceased her gait within us, or would be pointless to exist.) Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love me and you and you and you and Love and you and you and you and Love and Love and Love and you and me and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and Love and Love and Love... (Silence…) And you and you and you and you and you and me and Love and you and you and you… © 2012 the spirit of Lov...

It’s after eleven and the morning bird becomes the night, she and he call to one another, waiting upon the reassuring echo of Love… The single pipe of the frog at once chases away the sounds and swings in its reverie to greet love and her attending angels… Heaven’s not just a metaphor for eternity, it’s a place, a place that calls to us from just beneath our feet. It sings that I might garner and replenish her gift, that she may then give back tenfold. Heaven pleads my attention like a child whose strayed from comfort, a baby feeding off the mercies of the Mother. She begs I listen to her midnight counsel, the bird and insect and air slipping by my ear. A frog and a cricket walk into a bar… And? And nothing. A frog and a cricket walk into a bar? That doesn’t even make sense. Made sense to the frog and the cricket… *~* The night sounds again breathe these words as I sit here amazed that my neighbors are up to no good. Something’s missing? Summon it all, Mark Richard...