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...

If Peace comes upon you by the medicines found on eartH, I'd say you're on to something that can never be qualified as illegal, Strongest fiber known to humankind, strongest spiritual Peace rendering substance known to Me. Believe it and it is and it does and it isn't for all, but there are so many other earth-based medicines that are of use to you if you choose. The (H)eartH is a sovereign lifeform, the (H)eartH is its own self, the (H)eartH is the birth of our Creation, Our fledgling art. Paint the (H)eartH as if it is Heaven and the (H)eartH might just surprise you... © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Mother and Father Nature are One. A circle that cannot be broken. Love, Forgiveness, Laughter, my Truth, all, Peace and joy in the only paradise in the sky known to man! Oh my! This is Heaven to us, Heaven to God, Love, Forgiveness, Peace and Laughter, all of Creation, known and unknown... Is the challenge sufficient, dear readers? Have I now fallen into what I call action without speaking much at all? The spirit dance as I imbibe in a belief that saves everything and all, the whole kit and kaboodle, the care package of all time, our salvation. O! Kind spirits! Bring me along with you and We, together, can change hell into Heaven! Speak with me, I will in Kind, God and Love are the two that stay in flight in my poem, my ode to Mother and Father, Daughter and Son, Child and Parent, Guide and Savior. To all.To God and Love, the only two things that must be known in order for there to be Peace and Laughter over War and Disaster on the (H)eartH everafter, or until something dif...

There is only one thing- What was I thinking? (Perhaps it was the "traffic" that shocked you back into reality?) There are many. (Many "traffic"?) Spirit. It is spirit that make up the traffic. They are a tough breed, inflexible breathers, tumbling, yet with a foothold I'm painting within my fledgling belief... If we are set to know the truth, hadn't we best plan for Heaven, you know, just in case? © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

I'm the Gardener, the Love and the Creation in Prayer and with the fullness of Forgiveness! For the Love of God, if you are out there, remember me, just in case I forget. :) "...screeching a national lullaby that will never be cleansed of history, but that falls upon ears that have long been numb to Truth." Give way to your trinkets, let them fall with all of the other loveless gestures at our own hands. (Hand.) No. Hands aloft in celebration of the truth beneath the feet. Everyone, meet mother (H)eartH, Mother (H)eartH, Father God, whatever you might be, I thought I'd mix in some metaphors. I am asking of them, but are they asking of me? Is it that simple in this atmosphere of our wars that we can't grasp the concept of Love and Forgiveness, Peace and Laughter? What's wrong with us thinking beasts? © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Why do I march headlong into my own destruction? The vibrations that ease their way through me now are those of an ancient rhythm. A rhythm that’s weaved its way into animal and into animal and into animal and into animal- Stop! Into animal, into animal, into animal, into animal- Stop! Animal, animal, animal, animal, animal, came the somber echo… (Shhh… You might wake the night. You might sleep past your casualty, beyond your welcome.) She could do it you know. She could lift this all away, send it away with exactness, eternal life, memory. (Silence…) © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

I hear the noise of traffic every day, it's a war on the environment. If I heard the noise of war every day, damn, I imagine I'd be mad as hell and shrug off the shackles of physical and spiritual domination. I'd demand to be heard by those who usurp the power of any nation on (H)eartH, demand that I be set free! ~ To whom it may concern, I am an individual sovereign entity, I alone possess my spirit, I alone possess my body, I am Me and demand you release me of your foul intentions upon this Heavenly instrument of Home. Thank you. Sincerely, Mark Richard Prime © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime