CONFESSION ZERO

Fiery dragon spirit, careful of your size, it will not stop tumbling once it begins for you... © 2015 Peace, Love, Laughter, Forgiveness, MrP, Scribe, Mark Richard Prime

I do not claim to know the way. All I can do is Love all as I believe I'm bound to do. I cannot parse the stranger to me as if I'm separating rocks from the soil, it is only mine to equally Love them, for without the rock, the soil falls away and without the soil, the rock could not sustain my needs... Peace and Love © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

The coolness of the stream, the speech of the water, the tongue's of the rocks, the truth of nature's talk. Hello, it seems to say. Won't you cherish Me in your plans? Come along now, child, it's time We had our dance... I obey and sit upon the mighty throne, the truth of who I am, the gravity of my place, the waltz with nature's grace, a ballet set to sight and sound, a play of grand proportions upon the staging ground, an epic tale of time without the need for clocks, of Love's delight and Peace's humble walk, Forgiveness in the water, Laughter in the air, talking with a truth holding Life with great care. The coolness of the stream, the speech of the water, the tongue's of the rocks, the truth of nature's talk. Hello... ~ "The Place Where They Cried" — at Crystal Bridges Walking Trail. © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Dear Love I need make amends for my crimes Rock! I know you saw me differently, but I failed miserably this time Give me another chance, I pray I’ll soar with Love and give this belief away I’ve been dancing nearby so tired, my friend I’ve come to bow at the foot of truth in this neverend I often didn’t recognize your needs before my own so I know my days are numbered and that I’m not alone I wonder what it will be in this, our newly imagined space and, in this belief, out of the many, will comfort ever find the human race? Paper! It’s suitable so far and the truth, as near as I can trace Give it a roll you’ll be glad you did I know not as retribution, but as the truth echoing Home Echoing there and back across this Heavenly globe of belief woven in fact I don’t know, I simply believe I’m remembering my place this glimpse at fate! I’m just a rat in this race skeletons of the past that none of us have faced Scissors! The (H)eartH has its reasons stamp...

Stop looking up so much, look at the ground in front of you, the rock, the mountain the stream the river the tree the expanse of Love’s kingdom. Do not destroy that which is not yours, it’s rather impolite. ...Still, I sense in your delight a most fervent prayer. © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime