CONFESSION ZERO

-8.03.12  Oh! God and Love are tall, their tallness stretches beyond the curious eye and into a height like no other- I have summoned her sorrow and forgot that it was mine too. She is the eartH of Creation, what’s not to Love? (Take your boots off of her neck this instant, Mark Richard Prime, she is your beholden, your Love, your mother. Let go of her this instant before she rises up to greet you in mindful sorrow…) Oh! God and Love are tall, their tallness stretches beyond the curious eye and into a height like no other, it is a call to Love and an echo of Love bringing with it Love’s return. (Might they be ready to conjure her death no further, to reep what they’ve sewn in the recognition of the loving truth?) What’s truth? Who knows! Why would I care, but only to serve that I may engage her loving spirit and let my fears die away. And she took me to see my face in her grave sorrow, to get as close to Love as I possibly could imagine. I, unwittingly, shifted into ...

I’m soaring now with the eagles, the heat wave fluttering their wings while warriors bang their weapons like small god’s bent on battle instead of calling out to Love, instead of reaching out with loving arms. I’m judging them one by one, these visions that writhe before me. She calls to us- We sought you. It isn’t about you, Mark Richard Prime, it is throughout you. It is not the fame they seek it is but the truth… (Silence…) (Love: Side thought- Hello, brother, neighbor, friend. You’re learning…) I’m not sure what humankind needs, but I know the eartH needs Love. Nothing hidden behind a wink... peace, love and goodness is not an exclusive club that only you and I belong to, but deep within all of Life. Spoken with Love... It is not mine alone to hold, it is the spirit of Love… If we die, what will become of she? (Eternity...) To have ever lived to see this day or rejoice at its simplicity! (What?) And now to the second- Out of the blue came this truth in the ...

Oh, Love, lift me to your grace that I might drink from your chalice the fullness of a most Loving spirit. Bring round your affections, your joy and not your sorrow, save for lessons to be learned. Bring your delight to greet my laughter and my joy to greet the promise this steward made to you before the advent of human word, the precursor to written belief, before the ground was overrun by wars and craven greed, before humankind took its first breath and soon began to wander within belief’s unknowable wonder… (Truth hasn’t been humankind’s strength, leaving his gravest sin, forgetting where he is.) The chord struck its notes with exactness and a fearful velocity! There’s not much time, so I’ll make this quick- I’m not Mark Richard Prime, at least not any longer, the man expressing his never-ending belief as if it were sacrosanct has been born again. Perhaps it means I’ve come to the next one, the next to breathe in full Love’s worship of her blueprint of Heaven. Boom-a-rat-a-...

Resistance to belief is Fertile. (Did you mean, futile?) No. It wasn’t intentional, it breathes inside of me. My story is upside down. I'm going back to what is known and I'm being greeted with the gift of Love. (Have you just squeezed out God?) No. I've swum inside of belief and Love and found her much more to my liking. I know, I must be insane to think of such a thing, the eartH as my only beholden in the flesh and the spirit that I know... than any truth of any that I'll imagine... I know nothing. I am one man and the only power I have is with the whole. The fullness of Love is within my reach, within my every fiber while I'm in prayer. The truth of who I am... I see the light at the never-end of Love... (From scribe to conductor?) It is Heaven if we want her! The thought is ours to choose… (Would you place your bets on what’s in store, or would you place your bets on the Mother that you know!) The eartH was my final alternative as any God...

( Songbird Studio - Violin Lake ) It makes its way to me in prayer, this spirit of my dance. It isn’t the man I became, or the many I’m with in dance, by prayer, by chance, by fate, by sanity, by simple reasoned explanations- maybe it’s all a dream…? I’ll go with Love and place within her my Heart(H)… The birds and breeze, the sky and sun, the sounds of Heaven soaring over man’s noise, the perfect accompaniment for what I have to say. (The violin floats by as the songbird summons her aria and the wind lets its presence be known…) Let me begin to pray to what I know and not what’s made from thought! Prayer is Love’s scribe and God’s unwitting stumble… Take back my mind! Snatch it back, it's been snatched! Take it back, the key to Love’s door. (Quiet your mind, Mark, and joyfully help create Love’s masterpiece!) Oh! Rejoice and make history! (Better make your fear history, too.) What is this squat word that brings man to trembling on his knees? (God?) I me...

( Eternal Sleep by Joanna Bradley ) The call of eversleep is too distant. Desire of Love is stronger than my puny frame, stranger than my scrawny frame of flesh, blood and bone. Eversleep is not as simple to me as it might first sound to you. Eternity is a very long time. Eternity is a manmade word, but what does it mean? (A long, long, long time.) Time, too, is a concoction of the hurried mind. A critter sewn of thought… (A moment of silence…) Lifetime after lifetime imagining you’ve figured out the enigma that is the self, now figure out the enigma that is the eartH of Creation, The Mother herself… Someone recently said to me, “I’ll leave you to your thoughts.” or was it, “I’ll leave you with my thoughts.” ? Either way I should have thanked them… (Boom goes the industry… Boom goes the eartH in her struggle under the weight of the shock and awe…) If I knew my thinking would change the truth of things I’d walk around babbling more than taking action. Who I am is...

(The darkness cannot hide forever from the light of Love.) The first thought of my long prayer is generally penned without hesitation, but lately I’ve found myself gazing at a new translation. It is not as confusing as it used to be, this dance with the many spirits that groove to the one moving through the eartH and within her many veins. (Dance…) The breeze summons its chill to stumble across my spine and heavenward tumble me Home… (The sun steals its shadows. War filches its affections, the sun blanches…) Beauty is in the eye and spirit of the beholder… (Look at her, Mark Richard Prime! Though you've done her grave injury, she loves you still. Though you’ve imagined yourself king, you’ve, at long last, noticed you've a queen…) The reasons I vanquished my fear are actually rather simple, belief in them seemed frivolous after stumbling, quite literally, upon a most Heavenly Home. (The HeartH is where the Heart(H) and the (H)eartH is…) The loving...