CONFESSION ZERO

Oh God, oh Love. We are set to be our prayers? Oh please say it is so! Speak! For the sake of Love and God, speak your loving prayer! Am I trying to change the will of God and Love? Yes. It’s simple. Talk to God and Love in truth, not in your doctrine, but in you... Oh! Love is set to direct this show, not we insignificant shells hell-bent on agony and fire and brimstone because we think we imagine that we know one unknowable thing! By then it will be beside the point, save for that of what we will. See? I fell over from thinking on that one for a brief moment, not in time, but in eternity. If we don’t realize where we are, and soon, she will rise and we will be sitting ducks, so to speak. God and Love will have done nothing but react to their nature. We are part of our nature, understand?  I was born again because I was finally beginning to realize just where the hell I was and I decided to change it. My head’s flipped upside-down my fr...

I’m soaring now with the eagles, the heat wave fluttering their wings while warriors bang their weapons like small god’s bent on battle instead of calling out to Love, instead of reaching out with loving arms. I’m judging them one by one, these visions that writhe before me. She calls to us- We sought you. It isn’t about you, Mark Richard Prime, it is throughout you. It is not the fame they seek it is but the truth… (Silence…) (Love: Side thought- Hello, brother, neighbor, friend. You’re learning…) I’m not sure what humankind needs, but I know the eartH needs Love. Nothing hidden behind a wink... peace, love and goodness is not an exclusive club that only you and I belong to, but deep within all of Life. Spoken with Love... It is not mine alone to hold, it is the spirit of Love… If we die, what will become of she? (Eternity...) To have ever lived to see this day or rejoice at its simplicity! (What?) And now to the second- Out of the blue came this truth in the ...

She looks thinner. Limbs, hanging on by a threadbare whisper, and with a slight rustle and a loving grace she soars. (Listen to her prayer. Heed her tongue crackling with sorrow, she begs for you to see! ) She does not long for me to fail her. Fail Love, fail God, fail Creation, fail Grandmother, fail Grandfather, fail. (Laughter’s etched with your name on her skin like a tattoo engraved by God. Wear it proudly. Wear it lovingly. Wear it.) I cannot forgo the truth. (She looks ill with man’s use. She seems to be nearing her tolerance. Oh! Prop open your eyes by ceasing the noise found in your machines! The greatest invention ever imagined remains the heart of God, his bride, an eternal eartH.) The truth tarries not, the truth does not hold her tongue, she speaks plainly- rumble, quake, groan- she loves without condition save that I- boom, rattle, thump and echo- love, love, love, love… © 2012 by mark richard prime

( NC Photographic Archives ) Oh! Dear Grandfather! What are we to do with your wisdom if we seek your mountain not? What of your bride, your eternal (H)eartH. We’ve a heart, we’ve a beat or two left, if Love will grant it… (The bells toll in the distance and the weeping willow comes to with the splash of Love’s rain and the slap of God’s wind. She is all instruments. She is all. Love and God united evermore.) The heart is the most vital of organs, the Mother made man in life’s image as an ode to her Love. I’ll see them again. Life is eternal, yet ever changing, evolving if you will… (Humankind, individual entities, you can no more know that your belief is truth than you can know the instructions of Love and God.) And we’ve wed ourselves to one belief, one storyline out of billions. Soon we’ll find we’ve not much wind left for another. (And another emerges, the one you should never have forgotten…) © 2012 by mark richard prime