CONFESSION ZERO

I am with you now. Your anguish is mine, your sorrow, my tears, your hunger, my pang Dang diggedy dang load the bong and pass it around, we got ourselves a convoy heading to freedom-land! Let us build our freedom within our creations, never believe ourselves away from our reality, join them, "belief" and "reality", she cannot be both, God is waiting on her to see this Actuality born of their marriage to one another, the truth never be left out. It is Me. Siblings of the same Mother/Father of Creation. Some of us tumbled, but recovery was mighty quick- must have been God to set the light down the backwards trail, sometimes I've not been able to tell which way is which and where all of our connections come together, but the spirit dance, I got that, I just would like to have some friends over to share in it! Smile on that cloud of smoke billowing from the tree of knowledge... meant to be traversed, not feared. Spirit is the law of all natures... God © 20...

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime http://www.aplacefornature.com/extreme-trees-dramatic-trees-ever/

Good day to you places of worship, church, synagogue, mosque, temple, sky, soil. I know very little, I sense it instead. Everything is God, not just We. Humankind is so young in their evolution of the Spirit. The tree, the river, the stream, the soil, the rock, the ocean, the field, the valley, the herb, the mountain, the bird, the dog, the whale, the (H)eartH, Creation, are so much more advanced at being what they are than We. Jesus may have had the answers for what he alone imagined. Hell cannot truly co-exist with Heaven, not in God and Love's Creation, it cannot. Peace and Love Since Life's salvation is unfolding as we speak, We need release ourselves of this idea that the one and only story has already been told. © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Pray that the fire only consumes our return to cherishment, not mourning more for those in the belly of our massive hunger. God bless them all, God bless the collective of our purpose. We're all firefighters now, all. Lets into the fire to hold off hell... Let the fire be extinguished and we again our Laughter rise, stillness shrouding exhaustion, Peace toting us legs to dance. Love partnered with Peace is agony's foe... © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Advice from Creation: Live, Love and Laugh, and, while you're at it, cleanse your foul poisons so that the tree and the flower might continue to advise you along your way... © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Along my way I find two red leaves, brown edges, shades of fall's change. Softer than expected, veins of truth, Life's turn, Love's reassurance that all is as it should be. Careful warns the dove, nature is eternal, humankind's tenure is falling like the leaf, a tumbledown reckoning with nature's truth. Careful, man. Careful, woman. Careful child. Wind. The tadpole wiggles and swims about the rocks, soon the little fellow will change, like the fall, or get eaten by something bigger. Creation has no foe, no predator to take its place. The moon is now but distant in my memory's trace, a face of Love and Forgiveness brightly lit, intended. Careful, says the cricket. Caution, pleads the Blue Jay. Cherish Home, demands Creation alone. Red leaves. Remember, remember, remember, crows the raven... © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

We are as rooted as the tree. Of that we certainly agreed. She spoke confidently, I heard, like the water finds its groove, I sensed her belief. Like the root senses water, the river its current, the wolf its night, the mother her daughter. We are rooted as the tree. Home’s where we begin, Love’s where we breathe, Peace, our sacred endeavor, Forgiveness, born in us at birth, Laughter’s the body’s elixir. Rejoice, our Christ is near, God’s rooted within You and Me, in We, not unlike the tree… © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

(Dog, whisper of traffic, birdsong, distant clanging and tapping, whir of the wind, sun, car, silence...) I had to come up for air! I found myself sleeping, as the spirit continued to speak through me the dream of a dream held within the water, the soil, the tree and the sky. I'm so glad to have breathed... © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

A tree with healthy roots will flourish, a tree without, will wither and die. The same may be said of anything. The root is the soul of the tree, the root is the heart of the flower, the rain, the life spring of the river, the source, the breathing core of civilization. When we confront the knowledge  of this with the root of ourselves  we realize there is no alternative  but to strengthen blood's derivation  so that we might grow out of our seeking. Our source is humanity. Humankind, we are the root. © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

The breeze stumbles quickly in and comes face to face with the traffic roaring along this frame, this moment, this now and now and now and now and it fades into my belief as if it’s following along with the story-line, dancing, as it were… It is. It is. (It is?) Yes. It is. Along with grass, the tree, the soil and the tide, the bird and bug and hound, the spirit of Love personified. It’s we! We are to rise up on her behalf and cleanse the (H)eartH of our trangressions! We must stop our half-hearted measures and truly rise up and be counted! © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

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