CONFESSION ZERO

There's a thin line that seems to be growing, a merging force of good, less about belief, more about my knowing. I need to believe beyond the consumptive self, beyond the broken windows of man’s glass dwellings, beyond the broken family and the wars of aggression, beyond what I imagine of another, a sister and a brother, beyond the skyline of our hope, into the value of the Mother, into the truth of our birth and the kinship that’s ours to remember, beyond our recent memory and into our birth, water, soil and timber… A wake up call for a story upon invisible wings, a pristine hope that’s soaring the colors blue and green, beneath the sky and the feet, my most humble needs, set to smile upon the streets. Hope that repeats, again and again and again, remaining to the neverend. The righteous man wants me to follow, the leader wants me to vote, the commander wants a sacrifice, a life for mine or mine for a life. I think I’ll vote “No”, rather be a peacemake...

There will soon be no traffic. Imagine what a signal of a new age, one of reasonable truths flowing through all of our veins simultaneously, we just might lose our collective mind all together. Let us take a reasoned approach to belief and just be. Be the God you were born to be and rejoice IN OUR MUTUAL DANCE! (Must it be mutual?) Yes. Without consent, your number one birthright, a solemn vow we did make with Creation, to care for the (H)eartH as if it were our only future Home, will be lost! (Be who you were born to be blah blah blah blah! You weren't just born to scribe your own damn story, you couldn't if you tried, let alone save everyone and all!) Really? Then why do you feel the need to say it, if it's, according to you, set in stone, so to speak? The dance my friend, is my pleasure, the truth as tap shoes, fingers and keyboard as substitute (Idiot!) Boom boom, bang bing bong The wind summons my courage to truly be who i was born to be. The traffic mute...

Damn well believe beyond your sleeve! Explore the uncharted world, for the (H)eartH is ready to sing! Give her (and him) their air back! Give her and him their water back! Give her and him their forest back, it is Heaven indeed and most ready for our truth, not our corrupted story, our collapsing minds, an accordion of favor which became corrupted, the story of ourselves... © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

I am not the enemy, my friends. The enemy is Fear, I am the scribe of Peace and Laughter, Love and Forgiveness then must be Me too, We. See? How much grander could our piano get, tink tink, bing bong bing, the traffic needs a lesson in quiet time? Our busy romp has us blind to what is possible within our creating... ~ Putting an end to war before it puts an end to humankind is a simple process, once you demand that Peace be among all peoples. (ping) End all war! (You end all war, scribe!) Peace... ~ Congress, President, Senate and House, State, Country, World the human race, do something! Help! Don't line your pockets with more uselessness than need, spread your wealth out and be what you are born to be, living, breathing saviors to everything and all... Did you sense that last one? It was rather palpable regarding duty. (How on (H)eartH can that be?) We are saviors to Home, to the (H)eartH in order to sense the Heart(H) and everyone within it. (Oh.) © 20...

The Neighborhood Peace Garden is blooming, about to burst with color and flavor, remember the seed beneath, rising up to greet us with their truth... The play is well within its opening act, it's a long sucker! How long we been here now? Years? (No. Lifetimes.) Like I said years. (Idiot.) Smile my fine-feathered spirit! We are brothers and sisters, idiots or otherwise... © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

(The Neighborhood Peace Garden Project) Support and forgiveness are not the same thing. We, the people's of the US, must demand of our "government", of which we pay taxes to "support" their agenda, cease dropping bombs upon all peoples and that they do everything they can to clean up the water, air and soil? That's "supporting" the collective. If the government doesn't act to do so, we the people have need to "forgive" them (ourselves) and need to discontinue our "support" of their aggression. (It appears that the people have begun to demand more of their governments, demanding more of ourselves. Let us hope this trend continues around the globe...) To Me forgiveness and acceptance are not similar, they're replicas of one another. When we forgive, we've accepted them as they are, when we accept them, we've forgiven them as they are. Begrudgingly accepting someone is not acceptance, it is tolerance. ...

1963- Forgiveness... December 29th, 1984- Sleep. 1985-2009- Ricochet. 2005- Love. 2010- Awaken Peace. 2011- Stumble. 2012- Recognition. 2013- Love and Peace. 2014- Love and Peace. 2015- Love and Peace. 2016- Love and Peace. Eternity- Love and Peace, Life and Laughter... ~ I do not forget, I know without knowing, unforgettable that way. The (H)eartH needs to be seen as Home, where the Heart(H) is. The (H)eartH's story trumps any and all that we might imagine, it certainly would stand to reason that it trumps any we've come up with as a collective at this juncture of our journey... © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime