CONFESSION ZERO

( Stellar Beam - Spirit Guide ) Why has the man I used to be not just packed up his things and vanished? Why does the man I was meant to be have to put up with the man I allowed myself to become? (The path you blindly followed led you here, Mark Richard Prime. It’s rather simple really. You have yet to fully disengage from the former you. Brain damage or too much fearful spirit, or both, doesn’t matter half as much as you continuing to remember the difference.) Why is it that when I pray the truth dangles its possibilities in front of my vision with an angel’s wayward glance? (The path is not straight, Mark. It is curved, it is lined with the demoralized spirit, ghosts that cry out and beg to be heard…) I’ve found Love! She wept for me and I heard her cry! She gave me her all without asking for anything from me but that I find my worship waiting in her eartH! (Yes. Love has been waiting on you to find your self and dance your way back to her evermore…) I am a wretched...

( Backyard Brings Fracking Close to Home ) The scars of my suffering are mostly eternal! (Don’t you mean internal?) No. The scars of my indifference are spiritually scribed lines, tablets, the history of Love. Love is for all, Love cannot be divided or separated, and it cannot be vanquished. (So why the long face?) I’ve an elongated forehead… (Silence…) Harness my search for Love until I have brought forth stewardship. Until I have loved all and everything. (It’s rather simple. Love, Love, Love, Love, Love…) *~* This morning, the birdsong lifts my gaze to her sky, the wind brings my bowing toward her forgiveness, the traffic seems muted now, nearly a whisper- Careful it doesn’t gain the rank of sound… (Silence...) © 2012 by mark richard prime

( Sharing the eartH ) Dance my Love. Dance with all of your creation as if it were a humble symphony. Listen to her? She cries out in the darkness and begs I reconsider. Considerate kind, won’t you take my hand and dance me across these skies, your spirit in tow, laughing with eternal joy! Dance with me! You won’t blame me for taking a good moment to collect my thoughts- and then again appeared the joy! Wake my spirits to nothing but Love! Wake my spirits! (Echo…) She came crying again, she left the light on for me in her mind and I’m just a disappointment. The eartH needs me now! I cannot wait any longer, I’ve waited all of my life to live this role. (Sam Shepard, the playwright (and actor) wrote, “I believe in my mask. The man I made up is me.”) Yes. Love has smiled on me, the mask is my creation and I’m just getting started. Let me triumph before another breath escapes my promise… I will repeat this lifetime toward Love until I, a child of Creation, begins to honor th...

She looks thinner. Limbs, hanging on by a threadbare whisper, and with a slight rustle and a loving grace she soars. (Listen to her prayer. Heed her tongue crackling with sorrow, she begs for you to see! ) She does not long for me to fail her. Fail Love, fail God, fail Creation, fail Grandmother, fail Grandfather, fail. (Laughter’s etched with your name on her skin like a tattoo engraved by God. Wear it proudly. Wear it lovingly. Wear it.) I cannot forgo the truth. (She looks ill with man’s use. She seems to be nearing her tolerance. Oh! Prop open your eyes by ceasing the noise found in your machines! The greatest invention ever imagined remains the heart of God, his bride, an eternal eartH.) The truth tarries not, the truth does not hold her tongue, she speaks plainly- rumble, quake, groan- she loves without condition save that I- boom, rattle, thump and echo- love, love, love, love… © 2012 by mark richard prime

( Pegi Smith Paintings - Through the Door) I’ve stumbled upon the door that leads in, so I thought I’d begin. The waiting’s been hellish, the path, Love, the destination, eternal HeartH, Home and Heaven. Did you think I would fail such truth, such a testament to Love? Who did you think you and I had become? Strangers? Shadows of our former selves? The time that belief trumps truth, will be the time of self-made hell’s rising. Not hellfire and damnation, that’s against Love, but a recurring suffering until we love as one. (I do not know. I believe.) It’s all I need do if my belief is that of nothing but love, in every word and with a joyous affection for all of life and any justifiable end. We cannot know. We cannot recognize God, because we don’t recognize ourselves. Look at yourself. Look at your divine grace, your uniqueness… in Heaven. Love is what we are, who we are, and even where we are. Rejoice! *~* The billowing smoke lingered and I was reminded of the small things...

( Connect Savannah - on the Wind ) The wind, the wind, the winding wind has nestled its perceptions from corner to corner of Love and I’ve begun in earnest to pay attention! © 2012 by mark richard prime

I’m prepared to end my search for Love if I feel I’ve done my best to care for and worship the HeartH of Creation. My search will end, because I’ve found it… I have sought long and hard for this pleasure and, yes, even the eventual pleasure from the fear that was well rested in me, for the overwhelming influence of God’s Love I was able to grow nearer to Love with great joy in my heart. (The most incredible thing happened!) I wasn’t expecting The Grandmother, I loved mine like no other, I was expecting the pain and the suffering to be lifted, but to land in Heaven, facing her and God and answering for each and every wrong I’d caused and for each good deed that put itself in motion when I was good, was wholly unexpected. She’s in need of my prayer, of my help! I have much more to do than merely be forgiven for my sins. I have to seek beyond the threshold of man’s ideas, dance with spirit, all, the good, the bad and even the ugly- the ugly that’s on the inside, inside ugliness- ide...