CONFESSION ZERO

Love's objective is the instruction of silence, given away the rights to such speeches, in the story Love instructs in silence... * One does not teach silence, one instructs one on how to deal with it. My objective is to learn and then speak what I know of now, not then. Forgiveness has no objective, it just is. © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

Remember, the dance comes in backwards, suffering, then salvation... ~ How shall we honor the dead next year? It's time we started honoring people while they're breathing... ~ Arming teachers... Might as well arm everyone to the teeth! As long as violence continues to be how we handle our human disputes over things that we never had the right to, guns will remain a secondary issue... ~ Keep knocking until you get an answer. If an answer doesn't come you can always say you knocked faithfully with a true sense of purpose, that you didn't give up on Creation's plea... ~ Amen to the unfolding of Life... Peace and Love ~ The ego is not our enemy, the indifference to its delight is... ~ When We decide that it is not a "lone shooter", but a societal failure of Peace and Love... ~ Just be sure and not be content until all are fed, clothed, sheltered, and the (H)eartH is cleansed of humankind's consumptive heel-over-head "h...

Teacher: Young lady, go to the back of the line! Young lady: You mean to the rear? Teacher: Don't get cheeky with me, little missy! Young lady: I was just revealing the obvious. Teacher: Wipe that smirk off your face! Young Lady: Wipe! Ha! You're good at this game! Teacher: Oh shut your pie hole! Young Lady: You sound like my dad. Teacher: Oh dear. I am so sorry. Young Lady: It's cool, I've learned to just roll with it. Teacher: Oh my. Young Lady: I'm sorry, teacher, I had no idea that you felt like crap today. Teacher: Okay. I'm telling your- Young Lady: Put a lid on it, stool pigeon! Teacher: Class dismissed! © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

To all my fellow brothers and sisters I offer nothing less than my love And to my Home I offer the sturdiest of my belief That which counts before another’s truth that I can’t see Headed for goodness, the one exactness Whatever it may or may not be, it's trackless Not for me to imagine in the least Since I cannot know, I’d be wrong, see So I am trying my best at just being Me More should try themselves on for size At what they find they might be surprised O, Let it go Let of what you cannot possibly know Come along before it’s too late Might as well be Love beats the hell out of hate Boom boom Dance and sing the heart’s satisfaction Dance beneath the sky Laugh with a child’s reaction Remember three words "I Love You" No need to cry my brother, my sister Only need rejoice in Home In kinship to one another, father and mother Life rising up to greet us with a kiss on the cheek Inheriting the (H)eartH, it’s not just for the meek It’s for those who...

Maybe I'm supposed to ask, but what of them asking me? Have I, in my belief closed off the exit ramp due to the high winds of Love? (What the hell does that mean, Rimnod?) It means I don't know the answer, I'm not allowed to know the exactness of the answer, this is my beleif, this is Love... that will not cease her pounding as long as WE are quiet! For the love of God and Love, ask me? (You're in some tall rankness today my friend.) Aside: You, my child, must not be fooled by Life's "teachers", all. They have a belief of their own and if another belief feels threatened by his speech it is not the messenger's to pay heed, it is you... (Silence...) © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime