CONFESSION ZERO

Is this a reality? Do we really understand what our purpose is? Why we're here and what we are to do while we are? I dare say it's not to go to war…  © 2015 Mark Richard Prime

The night is always young when time ceases to exist. ~ It is true, enough talk of change and it begins to enter the flow of my own purpose, I do not pretend, I am true. True. I only say this to let you know that I am not just anybody’s fool… The songs begin and I hear their echo, I repeat it backward, the story unfolds. It is so much simpler than humankind has been imagining it for far too many lifetimes. Not this lifetime. This lifetime around we shall unfold with a righteous purpose born in us from Exactness. I am the prodigal son of a- Wait it out! They can’t kill you! I am the prodigal son of a- Bit by bit- That’s it! Unfold. Roll out the red carpet- the green carpet, Bent upon one knee, I pray, I breathe, thank you. Prodigal son of a- son-of-a- son-of-a- This is it, the final spin for me, I’ve used enough chances now, I’m like three or four cats put together for what I have been spared. (You wish, Scribbler!) The lives of ot...

Let us consider our purpose... We have purpose. Breathing has purpose. Eating has purpose. Water has purpose. Polluting the air, poisoning the soil, ruining the water, serve no true purpose... Let us think on our purpose, don't stop... © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Pledge No War with Syria Breathe no more war into its putrid reality. There is never a better pledge one can make than the pledge of Peace and Love. Peace and Love are one thing. Without Peace there can be no Love and without Love there will rise a "war" so tragic that it will never be recorded, only briefly felt, the truth hidden by noise, by greed, by fear, disorder... then silence. (Silence...) Life will breathe again without our foul use, the personification of tragedy, the death of human purpose, the sorrow of God, the wet eyes of grief, the loss of Love and Peace. © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Let us have purpose. Birth. Our purpose set. Let's remember it. Let us remember, service to Life's purpose, continue moving forward. Love. © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

We can conquer that which holds ourselves away from sensing our purpose. It is not to conquer anything, it is to submit to Home as most precious. The way to do that is to cherish one another as beings in motion toward the "unknown", upon Home and toward that which we shape, we shape our experience of "reality" as we go forward together... © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Eleven approached like a stampede, left and right running over the second hand of time at a breakneck speed. I wept as hands moved their shadow over one and one, eleven o'clock, knock knock, silence outside. A shroud- Marching to like happy sheep, entering in like howling wolves. I stand, they notice, I breathe. I love. I breathe. I leave. (This story always comes in reverse order.) The echo pretends it doesn't exist, pale eyes ahead of my reach. I look around me. (Tick tock…) I enter the worship center's chattering hall, all at once an involuntary noise and the dance begins. Well over 300. Idle clamber. Life's clattering. Teeth chattering. I ask the silence, the prayer inside, in or out, you decide. Booths lined walls of the noisy hall- coffee, snacks, books for sale and CDs. Worship yet to begin. So, so, so, so, so many voices at once, sound hadn't a chance, thump thump... Now in the fellowship church, voices more muted, ...

Boom boom go the drums! Tell Me who I am comes the echo! If I don't know Me in the echo, I better get to know the drum. Tell Me who I am, be the echo to my drum. What do you say? (Why?) That I might recognize my purpose and make my way across the stage. That I might have you remember that it's not where We're going, it's where We've been, where We are. (Home.) Writ large... © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Crazy or purposeful, either way, looks purposefully crazy to Me. My head had been hi-jacked, so I took back the ship, captain! (All hands in the soil! Incoming seed, outpouring of food for thought is on its way to our evolution with Creation!) Simmer down, captain, ye might run us aground! (If we're to be digging in the soil as was meant to be, the ground's as good a place as any to land!) Why are you yelling? Purging the lies and the fears, the wars and the murder, the indifference and the greed of the fearful spirit. It is time to create and go to God and Love with your great sorrow at how you treated Home and discarded Love. (Captain?) Child of God and Creation... © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

The truth is not a fairy tale woven by humankind, at least not to the degree with which our stories have become the fading memory of who we were born to be... © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

The other half of Love was "i", not "I" or "me". The i is the thing of me that I sent packing. I am me, I am no longer i. Purpose... © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Of course I'm a bit perplexed at how I, Mark Richard Prime, find my self here, but it's really not an issue, it is nothing more than a side-note, a glimpsed thought, an idea that has yet to click, but it will, it has to... © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

I believe that all belief is merely thought, no different than this belief or any other thought formulated in the mind of the seeker. We, each in our own way, search for Love and experience Love according to our perception of Love and we should be commended for our search. In this belief, I only need remember where I am and thus know the truth of who I am and through my actions arises my purpose. © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Seeking in many ways can be as simple as asking questions, but I also think that I'm meant to seek out my purpose within the questions, otherwise, I'm merely paying lip-service to the spirit. If then the answers are unknowable, I believe I should be content with my inability to know. (In a way the being content part is likely to reveal my purpose more than even my seeking. Perhaps the greatest knowledge I can garner is that, in truth, I don't know anything and if even if I do, it's very little.) The self, in my opinion, is a rather tricky thing, and nearly impossible to grasp if what I imagine I seek is my "I" instead of my "me" (who I was born and intended to be). Living in the virtue of "that life" and "that power" might help me realize where, who and what I am, and may even open my eyes to the fullness of my "connectedness". Of course, I believe the "connectedness" is already done for me, I just need to...

The brightest star is always drawing its own light from the next and the next and the next and the next and the next and the next and the- Humankind should be aware that they too are the vessels that carry the light of their purpose… © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

( War Photography - from Little Woo.org ) Sometimes I think, I imagine, I believe, I don’t know, that all of you have been playing your role, so to speak, with a loving purpose toward me. (What?) It’s a bit unclear at the moment, spirit, in time I’m sure it’ll all come around… and round we go again on this our war-filled Home to span the tests of lifetimes just in the knick of this instant, now, now, now, now, now, you, you, you, you, you, you, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, love, love, love, love, love, you, you, you, you, you, you, me, you, you, you, you, you, they, them and we, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you and life, love and laughter fluttering all around the beginning line. No. Love and God helped me, not the other way around. Sure, I said I would, but I’ve never been much at keeping my vows, so what makes me think I’ve started now? (Love…) © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle ...

Without the search for truth, purpose hasn't reason to begin with. They’re just you and me and we’re merely two out of billions. Imagine the power of Love within humankind’s grasp? We’ve been trying to remember why we’re here from our beginning, yet it’s our future that truly has us perplexed. I’m supposed to be quiet in my prayer. Silence in prayer gives you the answers after time. Noise in prayer, spoken word, thought, fear, it has no place in belief in the first place! I hear a drum in that. The truth in all of this is I cannot cease my prayer, I can, however, stop my thoughts… they’re getting in the way of the truth, in the way of my instincts, the fullness of Love… What am I searching for? What miniscule clue have I left that I might recall the way Home… Do I imagine my belief as sacrosanct, who am I to know God’s instruction, I can barely function in everyday life, but that’s about to change its skin, from one of my mind getting in the way of my mind, at long las...

In my belief... Cruel and unusual comes to mind, this plan, of the salvation to come, is in two forms; Love, which is a way of saying desire or prayer or God, a prayer in and of itself, and the other is deeds against her. Isn’t my duty to the Mother, the eartH and Love to which I owe my breath, where my allegiances should be? Oh! Rejoice that Heaven is indeed where I am! I am already there and now that fear has been vanquished, let me travel with the fullness of Love. Love and Truth are with all, I must make my choice for Love, or I will have been a lie, nothing but another try to find the next one able, and/or willing, to make the journey to save the collective self. (Too much noise, the siren of fear, and not enough Laughter, the siren of Love…) Who we are, our purpose, our Home is what we must search for together in order for us humans to summon the fullness of the spirit of Love… (You can make this your paradise on eartH while you imagine another!) God and Love beli...