CONFESSION ZERO

Good morning, Love! Good morning, birdsong! Good morning, flower! Good morning, tomatoes! Good morning, spirits! Good morning! This day begins with a prayer for food This day begins with a prayer for beauty This day begins with a prayer for children This day begins This morning is filled with melody This morning the squirrels play The bird's for Peace do croon The sun Thank you, Creation, the sun Thank you, God, our breath Thank you, Love, our truth Thank you Dianthus Watermelon Cucumber Eggplant Zucchini Butternut Okra Thank you seed Thank you dew Thank you breeze Thank you Love&Peace I pray © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

The sunrise was orange and pink through the slender clouds, a good morning entered to greet me through the windshield. Speaking silence to me, the breeze and birdsong wag their mouths as if to say, welcome back my child, your fate has been sealed. What does that mean, I wonder? Sounds like thunder. I was expecting the brightness to enter in quietly, lay down its verse, bring my ready spirit from under and roar its loving speech most forthrightly. If my fate is sealed might I be an automaton of purpose auditioning for a character beyond my earthly likeness? (Silence…) The end isn’t coming, save for the awareness of myself, not for Life, Creation or God, there’s little else. Peace and Love (Silence…) Okay… There’s Peace and Love and silence. And of course Forgiveness and Laughter forever after… © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Good morning, Garden. Good morning all my spirit filled cousins. The birds grabbed me early this morning, their song whispering in my ear to remember where I am. The Original Peace Garden, sustenance, Life, Love and Laughter. (Then speak your Peace and reap what you sow, my child.) Birdsong... © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime