CONFESSION ZERO

The traffic, noise, snaps my spirit back to the ground. Gravity? I haven’t a clue, but something’s holding me, holding my spirit lovingly that I might return the favor to all who wish to dance… © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

They wanted to give me their righteous anger at my failures, so I had to show them I mean no harm whatsoever to come to you and yours and theirs and theirs, which is why I am here to begin with- I’m the next one, you’re the next one, let us make our prayers to the eartH for a while and send the rest up to our image of the one exactness, God, Allah, Christ, Buddha, Pope, moral compasses gone way out of balance now slipping from their reasoning. Tipping toward grave sorrow instead of the fullness of Love… The rather distant past has us stymied like a bunch of derelicts standing at the gate with our hand out waiting with fury and fear instead of our peace and our love, that those who oppress us are our brothers and our sisters, all! © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

It’s always the same damn thing! It’s like Groundhog Day around here, only this time the spirit in me became pressed with suspicion of a spirit that dwelled inside my lovely angel Love. A spirit that was lodged in her throat with indifference to my pleas. I must not have earned enough latitude to go without great loss and further suffering … Good! I am grateful to have danced with the spirit, even as we speak I am grateful. This is you and you and you and you and you and me and you and you and you and you and you and you and me and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and me and yours and yours and theirs and yours and yours and yours and yours and mine and yours and yours and yours… Rejoice! We are the children of God and Love! Rejoice that the eartH is the Heart(H) of Creation! The feel of her gravitational pull should be enough to bring us to believing in her grace, her forgiveness and her eternal spirit of Love. The spirit of Love, I believe is guiding m...

Trust is what I seek and instinct has given me a head start over I. Not to be mistaken as anything but duty for my grave sins, the other Gods have to call to you in your belief that they might come with me. Come with me! Everyone and all, let us craft a most loving belief and it is ours! Yours and mine, not just mine and my dream, but all of our collective spirits and dreams of Love! Let us rise up and convene upon what we know and not upon what we believe.... If you think there's something afoot, and I believe you do, it is I that might seem to be stumbling unawares, but you may want to reconsider what it is you think you are seeing... © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime ( The Lean Green Bean  from  The Weekend Gourmet )

Where would it take me if I walked up to everyone I knew and asked them where they thought they were? Would I come away from the experiment any the wiser? Would the outcome of my prayers be known? One at a time- (1) Perplexed stares because I begged to differ. 2) Only if I remember. 3) Not until the outcome of my prayers. (What?) The answers to your questions. (They were my questions to give to you, that you might ask them of yourself…) I still think I’m in half dream, half reality, aren’t we all? But to discern what is real I only need remember the pain and suffering from not knowing where the most important thing, at least in our purposed minds, actually is. Look no further above your heads and kneel upon the (H)eartH’s forgiving ground. Purpose is beneath our eyes, and we weep for things that matter little to our Heavenly Home. She is forgiveness and we are in great need of it… (ping) Rat-a-tat boom… Love. (ping) (Sound.) (Silence…) (Echo…) Again. ...

Before they didn’t know a thing about me, now I’m trying to convince them that this is heaven. Help me help you and of our quest not tarry, she rises as we speak, the eartH, my sacred vow. The eartH is the garden of our long lost Eden. Ours must be a loving stewardship of the Heavenly grounds of Heaven… Get me a coffee, stat! I need supercharged for what’s set to come. It is the whole of Love to stave off our recklessness and pride, squatting on the eartH without a shred of grace! This is, in my opinion the will of God, Allah, Christ and Love that we come together at this moment of our existence, lifetimes after lifetimes, repeating, and cleanse the Mother eartH of our misuse… If one follows the pathway to Love they may take the exit ramp just before Love and instead challenge God. Which came first, Love or God? (Too easy. God.) No. (Love?) Both, simultaneously. Together as one since the inception of God, if that’s even possible… At once. At inception. We have no ful...

I’m a cresting rainbow, a waterfall, a thunder clap and lightening roll, a human bearer of love, a scroll, a scribe, a magician, a forgiven mortal, a lightening bolt beneath the radar, a child joyfully competing for the fullness of Love! © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime