CONFESSION ZERO

How can I not know until I’m in prayer, until the dance begins between me and the spirit? Have I been blinded by seeing? Have I fallen into the light only to be eyeless to its allure, my belief of my personal idea of my belief, my own thought of it, my own prayers to it? The unknowable has never been clearer… (Silence...) If you can’t answer the unknowable question, fo r the love of all seek it out and it shall be shown to you. It will be evident in your dance with another and another and another, open ourselves up to the dance of Love and Forgiveness and away we go! Imagine the splendid delights that are hidden within the Mother's eartH when she’s thriving, loving and laughing and living! Absolutely! I only believe beyond a shadow of a doubt, I do not know. I cannot know, and that, my friends, is where belief rears its head to dance with logic and reason in order to bring, what I believe is the collective me’s, the message of humankind's reason for being. (Echo…) M...

The ark is within us. (What the?) The ark is within us. (No. I heard you, I’m just trying to figure out the tragic plot we’ve unearthed?) We've not unearthed it, we’re both the angel and the fear- the key to both creating and Creation. Full love is our purpose. Our wants that supersede our needs and soil our Mother (H)eartH, are nothing more and nothing less than fear… (What’s the opposite of love, fear?) I’d imagine… © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

One thing at a time... First my penance for my foul consumption, then my penance to humankind, then to the spirit, and then to the Love… A living perfection created, an imperfect belief made, boom boom the heat pours in on me as we speak, the sun motioning its rays nearest my tolerance. Okay. Speak that I might heed your council on matters of Love. (Silence…) Silence is needed, silence and sun and moon and stars and love and laughter and a blossoming life! It’s a delightful dance when engaging the spirit. It moves around without restriction colliding with all loving spirits doused in the spoils of fear and Love. Turn around! She waits does Love with her bountiful lips! She asks you to bring your most loving duty uon her as well. She is the mother whom the Mother eartH does favor, so there’s very little wiggle room for me and my belief to fit snugly in the pathway we carve upon, be it in the flesh or in the spirit, our knives have need to be sheathed when pursuing the affecti...

I do love wooden bridges. They feel a if they’re inviting us to walk upon their spirit-filled boards that we might learn more of ourselves... Women are nearer in likeness to the Mother eartH than we men and that's a fact. Women, and all they are, should be held up as equals, through and through to we men, after all it is the spirit that Creation seeks, not the shell that carries it. How we treat our temples is reflective of how we love our Home. I see women as the givers of life, they've just been giving so much more than their share that it has humankind bamboozled and stumbling around like "zombies". I say let us hear women roar their allegiance to life and love and forgiveness and duty and child and honor and laughter! Humankind and the eartH would be most loving from such an event, and the eartH alone might be most forgiving of human's ruination to the Mother eartH, the mothers, the women, the daughters of Life, Love and Laughter. (A most delectable que...

There is indeed more than meets the eye to just our view from here, our personal slice of Heaven, there are many other forms that imagine so too. We are not alone, there is the loving spirit unwinding herself from our fear and she returns her fullness of Love back into us. (Beautiful! How do I sign up?) One doesn’t need to sign up or on to anything regardless of the other failing to respect the right to have and to hold our very own! This is the power of Love, not some mouthpiece called Mark Richard Prime! No. This is me, not he, but me and thee and thee and thee 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 the other side of fear needs swung round as omen for me to be her savior- 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… If she, the Mother eartH, is ready for my song, I’ll have to sing it before you even know where I’ve bee...

The last of humankind to escape earth came crawling out of their makeshift holes to question the destruction of all within their reach. Their eyes scanned the surface of a beleaguered moon emptied of spirit, save for death’s marauding phantoms. The last of humankind came begging that Love again grant them their prayers, they pled with her to offer them one more chance at laughter’s reign, more time to make good on their promise to Love. Boom! Boom! Boom! Answered she… © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

(Human Spirit) They spoke of return in truth. They both (their spirits) told me things of themselves and the earth, not of the flesh, and that is always a welcome event. I’ve been dancing with spirit so long now that I find it in my every waking moment. In prayer or not, I’m dancing. Prayer is my promise. The original promise I failed to keep, pray! Pray! Pray for the rain! I will be surprised by what this human’s loving spirit is capable of creating... Won’t I? (Silence...) We either return to the soil and come back as a rose or our spirit’s soar with the unknown unknowable... Put your faith in everything being okay even if you do come back as a flower… A rose or eternal bliss… and joy and comfort and laughter and love and breath and breathing and life ever after. Who are we to say that this isn’t our purpose, to evolve into cultivated spirit so that we benefit from its use, that more of our Love surfaces, because we haven’t one smidgen of a clue as to what awaits us in...

Let’s not forget how difficult and grave we’ve made our minds beneath our fearful affections, and, instead of making the spirit of Love, that which is in us all, rise to the occasion of suffering no more, eternal bliss, we chose to wage war against the eartH of Creation… I am a human being dancing with the spirit of Love. She is resilient and most sorrowful that we’ve forgotten our eartHly Mother and the Mother eartH… (Let’s not be too quick to jump sides because of the imagined suffering found in peace. Peace is an integral part of Love.) In my opinion, noise is the adversary to love, peace, forgiveness, life and laughter, to all that is essential to Love… (Become a reflection of Love. Don’t have Creation fit to your size, instead fit it snuggly within your spirit…) © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

Maybe, if we'd have thought more about and had been more grateful for our most loving of fortunes, we'd have never had to find ourselves here, after some time of ignorance to the truth to begin with, we'd have known better. Is it truly our fault alone for not having recognized the amount of suffering from our own creation and our intelligence and our own utter lack of truth and/or knowledge? We didn't create God and Love, Love and God created us. Let us forgive them for our idiocy and in turn they might forgive us. (Sounds like you're negotiating with the hostages?) Our inventions can all be extraordinary and loving to humanity and to the eartH of Creation instead of them being held hostage by fear. We just simply need to be who we were born to be and let the fear (ego) fade away... It’s already fading. What, you think me asleep? I scribe the overwhelming number of spirits intentions toward who they believe they were born to be. If your take on glob...

I was merely one of millions of children imprinted with the Mother’s DNA, and believe you me, she pulls no punches! A rat-a-tat-tat and all of that Jazz and school lunches carried to learn how to consume… Home! Home is Heaven and Heaven is Home! Boom boom! Come with me on my journey to explore the great and varied as one Love. Peace! Peace! Peace! Peace! Peace! Peace! Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. peace peace peace peace peace. Love. Love. Love. Love, Laughter and the unknown hereafter, or sleep evermore. I’ve slept enough for lifetimes, haven’t you? If it’s the will of Love and God. Judge, jury and executioner, then it is, if we can affect the outcome by what we believe, imagine what we can do with truth? © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

(The darkness cannot hide forever from the light of Love.) The first thought of my long prayer is generally penned without hesitation, but lately I’ve found myself gazing at a new translation. It is not as confusing as it used to be, this dance with the many spirits that groove to the one moving through the eartH and within her many veins. (Dance…) The breeze summons its chill to stumble across my spine and heavenward tumble me Home… (The sun steals its shadows. War filches its affections, the sun blanches…) Beauty is in the eye and spirit of the beholder… (Look at her, Mark Richard Prime! Though you've done her grave injury, she loves you still. Though you’ve imagined yourself king, you’ve, at long last, noticed you've a queen…) The reasons I vanquished my fear are actually rather simple, belief in them seemed frivolous after stumbling, quite literally, upon a most Heavenly Home. (The HeartH is where the Heart(H) and the (H)eartH is…) The loving...

( Kasama - eartH Day to May Day ) Where is the adoration of Mother? Has she not bent to my every wish? Have I not scraped her flesh with my ravenous paws long enough? She writhes, yet breathes her full Love still. Let me bring her my full compassion that she might breathe still. Let me be in motion and give her cause to smile upon me… I don’t know anything, because I’m not supposed to. The spirits within me, however, know more than I have the wits to imagine. My mouth is of use to the spirits, to the Mother, to the (H)eartH of Creation. I promised her I’d scribe! She said, if I’m going to use trees upon which to print ideas, thoughts, belief, then I’d better make it most loving. Otherwise, what’s the point? © 2012 by the spirits dancing with mark richard prime

( 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

They gave me a gift, did my doubts, as I floated along in forgiveness, I made them look at me with a spirit that was only love, her red fruit touching the ground, her green, her sparkling wonder, Love’s truth, not of human’s use… Oh! Bring me your nectar, Mother! I will love thee evermore! Follow me. Follow me. Follow the shimmer of red now dancing through the mirror, across the memory of her, our dear Mother… Rejoice! It is time to rise up with love! To every man, woman and child, it is time to be what we’ve prayed to be, angels, stewards of creation, everything and all that is Love, the beginning and the never-end… ~ (What song is this that laughs a smile wide and sets the spirit to dancing? Human songs, plays, symphonies, architecture, destruction?) That’s the one, the architecture of destruction… Without a shred of a doubt I’m creating a belief. Yes. I believe it completely, and it is one of only Love, where its lesson pierces the soul and reveals the heart of Creation, ...

( Cristina Acosta ) Fear is the death knell to love. Fear runs through the blood like a madman with a machete! A machete? Did someone say machete? …Careful, now, fear runs rampant on the playgrounds of war. (You’ve nothing to fear, but yourselves.) Crash the party trumpet with your tap-tap-tappety-tap on the spine of Creation! Guitar strum me some melancholy tune for my arrival, then bring me soaring! You too piano! Jump in tambourine! Hey, Fiddle? Resurrect my soul that I might dance and solve this riddle! Soak my veins in God, cello! Sling me inside the mouth of all things sacred, didgeridoo! (You got to be a witchdoctor to have such hands. You got to be God to perform the miracles you do. Pray me out of this dream! ) Drenched in sweat I see her before me, wings high above her shoulders, eyes the color of Creation, the heart of an angel, Love. She had again returned to me. She guided her heart to mine and we danced along the pathway. (There are no meadows here.) The...

It should never have been. She is the Mother that we seek. Beneath the feet writhes Love while our mind and spirit coil in their self-made hell, in agony… asking us where we went wrong? How dare they ask such a thing, I’m a human being for Christ’s sake, for Love’s sake, your sake, for all and every sake? There’s a lot of time for bowing before the things that I know that went wrong, but upon honest heartache, nothing compares… I needn’t continue this, my quest for the one exactness of Love, yet I’ve need to continue its neverend, its call to the individual me, the me that Mark Richard Prime is, the mere vessel in a test of my will, willed from the graces of Love… If these words shift on me, and I see I’ve seconds to spare in their fears, I’ll jump ship and swim with Creation’s Love into the mist… ~ The thought of anything but the self, the whole and Home, the eartH of Creation, the Heart of Creation is called for now... I believe, if someone asks me where I am, I should not...

Mark Richard Prime The overabundance of fear that I hold is mine to do away with, I created it. It is man-made and I began my ascent with great trepidation because of the possibilities I’d suffer if I fell- my family, my friends, humankind… I no longer tolerate the use of fear from myself. My self is making up for lost time, but time is in the head, not in God. I do not fear death, save where safety is undesirable over righteousness! My fear of death, and I do not, I use my fear of life, my fear of death has been vanquished by Love… It doesn't take me but a second now to remember where I am... Love, as one might imagine, has its roadblocks, much like my past transgressions, especially those that attempted to murder The Mother through my own hand or my own indifference, my own lovelessness. My destruction to the human spirit on the eartH is, in my belief, the gravest sin in the flesh that I, and all of humankind, can imagine... fear. I bring me along at my own risk, but it is...

Suny College of Plattsburg -  Sociology Department Love and instinct, the two are not exclusive. They very much depend on each other as equals. Love needs instinct, but not instinct with an overabundance of my fear, only enough so that which gives me pause impulsively is garnered toward a loving outcome, not with so much fear that I’m unwittingly and even wittingly culpable of destroying Home for some fantasy land. The tragic part, I’ve been Home the whole time, I’ve just trashed Heavenly eartH and Home so badly that it’s become indistinguishable from hell, from any love found in my thinking... ~ I must remember the next go around and not forget my duty to Mother eartH, my beholden. She summons me now, imagine then… ~ Am I repeating myself? I suppose I could just self-publish a work the size of the weighty books of beliefs? But this book would not be mine and mine alone, it would be Life’s book and it would only have one word over and over and from cover to cover, Lov...

I thought I was a traveling salesman in my past life, trying to sell the world a rainbow made from fear, a cautionary tale that melts to Love’s touch and as one they glide with ease into another and another and another. Let them in… (What of my loving haven’t I shown?) The current dose of love is drying up, decomposing from a foul use of its source. It’s certainly not enough of my full Love! And I should know, I withheld all love until I chose to scratch my way back to the only thing I can possibly know which is the eartH of Love. I just believe… There are those that have danced in a serious way with me, and they know who they are. I have done so to learn from my own mistakes and then strive to be able to figure in the part of my duty that I’ve failed to honor. I could have stood up and been just another of the many braying, yapping about things that only God knows, instead, I chose not to know, because the journey, thus far, is a person-changing, amazing experience. It change...

Imagine love, she spoke her water to me. Imagine love, she blew across my brow and I smiled upon her truth. Can it be that I have discovered where I am and perhaps I need to understand it too so that I might begin to embrace the idea that I've finally made it home? (Home is where you've always been. You've just imagined it otherwise and you've been suffering from your consent…) I am now in reality, and trust me, it's not a pretty sight from where love rests. Love I can achieve. I, Mark Richard Prime, am doing just that on the earth of love, doing just that at my address. (Love is coming to me whence from my tongue set aquiver a song that did lay a wreath of peace around her neck.) She’s about to unload her riches unto me that I might prove my worth with joy that now wraps itself around me. Love. Silence. Love. Silence. Love. Silence…  Let me try that for a while and see how the mother, grandmother and great grandmother, respond. Who knows, love might be wor...