CONFESSION ZERO

Write something that helps us find our way, Scribe! We've been waiting for too long now to let foul stories stand in our way of implementing the powers of Heaven. End your wars now! End your genocide now! End your murder of Home, your murder of one another! Shame on us! Shame on our indifference to Life, Love and Laughter, Heaven. Do not forsake Me, brother, for I am falling and I imagine I'm soaring, not plummeting, yet I am aware of this thread that tries to get between us. So it is my duty to inform you that that is not happening, not on my watch in Heaven. (Are you like a sentry?) Yes. No. I suppose. No. I'm more like the fool who imagines himself the sentry. (Oh. In that case, carry on. Sorry to have disturbed such a delicate balance.) You're only human. (You're very astute aren't you fool?) Aren't we all? (Silence...) © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

Let's ween ourselves away from the bosom of violence that has us in its grasp. It will be an exponential transfer of truth the further we get away from the memory of War, violence, murder, rape, fear, greed and indifference. Peace and Love © 2014 the spirit of Love and Peace dancing through Mark Richard Prime

The challenge is for us to listen to the mind before the echo fades and our silence has its actions... © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

This feels like I am erasing the other half of Me, the part that I had created by my choices, by my indifference to Love which brought about Fear and the stage was set for my ascent. Baby steps, Mountain, Tree, Soil and weed and sun and sky and butterfly and bird... O! The birdsong is trying to have me forget about the traffic for a while and soar with their loving cadence! They sing their song for me and for thee. I smile upon the notion that we are all waking up at once through these words of ours, in unison at times, it's that balance that I must find in order to sing and plant in earnest. © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

I believe I’m weaving you And you and you and you and you and a wealth Of threads weaving a belief in Love And duty and kindness and peace and health And joy and laughter, but there I go, repeating my self. (You are.) Yes. I am, but what is wrong with that? (You’re not only repeating yourself, you’re losing the thread of full Love and beginning to weave your own conception of events into a hybrid of truth and your belief, numbskull!) That is, in this belief, my duty, kind spirit. And I believe that it will benefit we humankind to recognize where, who and what we are long before our fearful beliefs collide with our ill-fated heads. (Instinct?) Yes. To me, belief resides just below the heart of nature. It’s natural. Truth and Belief as dance partners that cannot dance without the other, much like Love, Life and Laughter. (Echo...) Reaching up with all of my strength I begin to see things for what they are and not as what they’ve become. I believe that we ar...

Men live such lies. They march and rave, warring backward, spewing hate. It’d have been easier to witness, but for the slaughter of humankind. Do we not stand for anything? Have we such hate, spangle-toothed graves? Our humanity’s winnings in pain’s pragmatic deliverance. Isn't it time for us to be heard. Have we not the will to be free instead of slaves to apathy? March forward with lips wet of hope and legs heartened by love, life, laughter and liberty. © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

“The spirit is alive, but we need a system that supports it fully.” If the spirit were indeed "alive", we'd have a system that fully supports it, wouldn't we? (Echo…) (Discontentment, another form of indifference if not acted upon.) Being discontent is fear topped with self awareness, and it resides outside of full Love. It is certainly not from love that discontent arises. In my opinion, that is... © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

A moment of truth would be nice to see. Full lips kissing all of the leftover love, hips grown down into the soil of our feet, truth bubbling up over wobbled knees, peace rising along with the new moon. WARNING: Mankind may cause dread. Cancer, like war, rears its god-fouled head. Cancer, like murder, whirls its dry blade in us. Cancer, like abuse, puts its hands to our throats. Cancer, like genocide, strangles us of our half death. -Cigarette Smoke Contains Carbon Monoxide. -War Smoke Contains Human Wretchedness. If one must choose one over the other, choose tobacco, there’s less suffering in it. ~ O! Let the sand know it’s not alone! A great wall of red, yellow and green; loving armies striding across the Sahara, groves of loving limbs reaching up to the sun. © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

How long am I going to wait before I open my eyes to more than myself? Life’s track circles the globe and mounts its painting upon the primitive easel and upon the museum of skies, edges made of living dust, floors of rock, ceilings of air; the mystery of Love and Home… © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

She will rise up when we summon her with our plunder… © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

( Viator - Cool Air Wafting ) I cannot know the thing that in my belief is set to happen before it smiles its groove and I remember. Remember all of the words floating by in the bird’s song, upon the wafting air, upon the most contented breeze, upon the most comforting hold of me that it can, that my upside-down head has finally seen the light. I’m a new man. I don’t know anything more that any other can conjure, but if I’ll treat the eartH as most sacred within the groove of God and Spirit and the Mother Love, surely Creation will have cause to rejoice… (You’re caught between a rock and a hard place! Stuck in your thinking and a virus alert comes to frantically pace the kingdom of eartH.) Out damned spot! Merge your message to the center of me! She knows of my dilemma, she herself has crafted this belief inside of me. Like I said, I’ve had my brain turned upside-down so the outcome’s been one of trepidation, instillation and instrumentation and of the human...

( Mother eartH is Waking Up ) Will you tell me when I'm ready? (Yes.) I urged The Grandmother to open my eyes, she lifted them to a slow and steady revelation of who I‘d become, I shrieked and began to change directions. I believe... The landscape's been littered with my former self scraping its jerking corpse across Heavenly (H)eartH like I owned the place! Indifference after indifference, sightlessness run rampant hand to hand, heart to heart, spirit to spirit, love to love! O! My shadow is all but gone, my payment, the suffering witnessed through eyes gazing upon Heaven… (You’re ready.) © 2012 by the spirits dancing with mark richard prime