CONFESSION ZERO

I asked her if she could ever forgive me. I need to come up for air, been down there long enough. Time to refresh my memory, ask for a full pardon, breathe Love into her lungs and watch as her expression rises beyond man's sickness, illness that's crept into Love and held her down like an unjust master. Her suffering is visible. Her eternity spills into the streets. I shall deliver this into a story of Creation's will and humankind's choice. My veins are the symphony that plays for Me, for We, you and you and you and you, all. Be Love and I shall render Forgiveness, Peace and Laughter. I shall be equal parts Love, Peace, Forgiveness, and Laughter. I am righteous. I give thanks to your flesh and loving spirit and to the (H)eartH's sway within us all, beneath the feet and before Me. Be still your heart and you swim in my story's spirit. Welcome to the truth of Me, of We. Welcome to my belief and my reality my Lovely angel Love. Feel Me now? © 2013 the spi...

Arise Music Festival 2013 Aig. 14th - Aug 18th The Sunrise Ranch, Loveland Colorado Arise! Let it be known that the (H)eartH is ready! Arise! Let it be known that we are its steady! Arise with Love, Peace, Forgiveness and Laughter! Let go the raging spirit, and make it sing ever after! Let go of your fears and arise with humanity's lungs! Let go of your sorrow and arise with Laughter's tongue! There’s no time like the present no time so forget time’s assent reach up and laugh, reach up reach down and help, reach down see those before you and those to come see them with your vibration's lungs see them arise with the sun see them arise with the moon see them arise and move their feet upon home see them arise and hold their hands in the air declaring, we are not alone! We are not alone! We are one! Humanity, recognize your own! Humanity, arise and flex the spirit’s reach and of the soil, water and air begin to speak! Arise! Arise! Arise!...

Boom boom go the drums! Tell Me who I am comes the echo! If I don't know Me in the echo, I better get to know the drum. Tell Me who I am, be the echo to my drum. What do you say? (Why?) That I might recognize my purpose and make my way across the stage. That I might have you remember that it's not where We're going, it's where We've been, where We are. (Home.) Writ large... © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

I will do what I can to remain in prayer that you might see my change and my sorrow for what I've done... If I have been forgiven, I must then know the reason. If I can't remember, I must be told. If I can't be told, I must believe. See? The story that unfolds before Me is both belief and reality, a sliver between them holds me in the dream. Boom boom, don't scream... © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

There are many spirits within Me, dancing to beat the band. I'm ready to evolve our dance further down the rabbit hole. The noise now skyrockets, as if they want me to end these words. Inevitably the dance brings me back to scribing without awareness. I am awake in my waking Life. The spirit is waiting at the edge. Peace © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

I do not remember. I do not know. I know without knowing, a glancing blow, a ricochet, an echo of something loving. I do not recall. I do not know. I know without a fullness required to summon a memory of those I knew and even some that I know. It's a dangerous atmosphere, not the kind of danger that makes us shudder, but the kind that increases the heart rate, the breathing, just enough to feel our animal emerge. I say I only seek the truth and perhaps that's not the way to proceed. Perhaps I am scribing the pathway for Me to follow? I do not know. I am becoming familiar with this dance, in and out of prayer. I do know, but it seems, at this juncture, to always be accompanied by not knowing. A blessing or a curse? (Echo) Blessing... © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

The advocation of a spanking to "control" a child is not what we need... What we need is to recognize our own idiocy, We adults... consumption, war, murder, rape, genocide, over consumption, waste, the want of money, want and want and want, poisons dumped in our water, forests clear cut, mountains fracked, oceans drilled for more and more and more, consumption far beyond our needs. And we wonder why children seem out of control? They're learning from We hypocritical adults. Boom boom... Peace © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime