CONFESSION ZERO

What's wrong with us thinking beasts? (Thinking instead of doing?) Thinking? Really? To what end? The undoing? ~ All questions, no answers.? What on (H)eartH am I doing asking these questions instead of finding their answers and freely giving them to you? Here is a gift, a bit of wisdom, not from me, from that which is within me- the fullness of Love and Forgiveness, Peace and Laughter, and then some... Truth is singular. Truth is One. Truth is. Truth. (He told the man that he himself is disabled?) (That's the same thing I heard.) (Me too. Don't believe it, but I heard it.) Boom boom... (Did you hear the thunder?) (He told the man he is disabled?) (That's the same thing I heard.) (Me too. Don't believe a word of it, but I heard it.) That's upside down, spirit. Best you flip it to it's loving side and give it a whirl! Sky is not the limit, eternity and Love are the limitless, beyond our tiny thinking possibilities, thought I...

( Earth Angels Art ) I’m in heaven. (You are part of the whole of Creation, the 100% of everything, everyone, and every day ever imagined.) If you think this is false, imagine the benefit, wrong or right, that would come along with loving deeds, even if it isn’t the one exactness, that’s unknown and shall likely stay unknown until we earn it by changing back to who we are and shed our vapid hunger? (Silence…) Stupid's a harsh term to use... Our intelligence pale's in comparison to that of Creation, wouldn't you imagine? I suppose that makes us all pretty danged stupid, yet somewhat confident. (The whisper of traffic, birdsong, fly, grass, flower, willow tree, Love.) Where was I? (…) I sense that I may tuck this belief in for now and return for a while to the man I was meant to be. But there I go repeating myself… again. (Knucklehead.) Curmudgeon… © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

( Kaleidoscope of Autumn - Love These Pics ) The wind blows its cold through the dark and the willow tree kicks her arms and summons me to dream my belief to the pleasure of Love. On bent knee I cry out into the darkness. Nothing. I beseech the wind to forgive me. Nothing. I plead with the soil to allow me another chance to serve Creation. Tremble, drum, string, wind, breathing Love throughout Peace & Love’s kingdom. She calls to me. She yearns for my Peace and Love to come laughing in my confident hands, drip from my every breath, from my deeds. (No one shall be in Heaven until they realize where they are.) © 2012 by the spirits dancing with mark richard prime

( Heaven and a New eartH ) This is the belief I chose. What of Love? Might it soar like the awe found in the first moment recognizing where one has landed? Might it urge we feed our brethren? Might it urge that we end all wars? All murder, suicide and greed? Might it take away our blindness that we might recognize the self-erected hell of humankind and realize our gravest sin…? Where was I? (The sin of humankind is greed, the gravest, their inability to fully love. Creation’s acknowledgement for our loveless veins… We can only tread so long until the cab bends with the wind and the rain and the grave sorrow of the tree. (That’s where you were?) No. I was not there, yet I know of its eternity. I have flown with the angels. I have fused my words with the sweet sounds of Love, and a belief emerged from under her grasp! I writhe, in Heaven, evermore… I saw myself fall pray to my own belief. It struck me when I least expected it, it has dan...

( That Bloomin' Garden ) It wasn’t your fault. It was mine. The deed falls squarely on my shoulders, it is mine to bear, mine to choose, mine to be, mine. The self is important my friends. It is who we are! A single entity of the whole! Brothers and sisters, please understand that this is my belief. It isn’t science, it’s a journey. Who I am chose this journey and chose it knowing the possibilities, but what I shouldn‘t have ever imagined is that I would be fearfully timid in taking action. No longer! I've cleaved myself in half and did battle both fear and love. Full Love... (But how can this be, asked the man, we fight the evil that’s attacking our good!) How dare I try and imagine what it is that I am here for and indoctrinate through fear? Fear is not of Love. It is not Creation’s way. It is humankind that fears. It is humankind that imagines they've love while creating their own death machines. The one I’ve never quite understood, the gravitational thrum of my o...