CONFESSION ZERO

The drought of Love is significant and avoidable. Plant the seeds now. Sow them in our aridness, reap Forgiveness and Peace, it’s a Love style that’s sustainable... © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Come with Peace and there will be no battle... © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

"Zimbabwe elephants poisoned by poachers in Hwange" The largest of them fell to its knees, eyes rolled in its forlorn face, a frayed truth, tomorrow poached by thieves. "Study: Bumble bees at risk, while others thrive" Risk is not the most concerning word in that. The most relative word would be “thrive”, with the threat of death extending to human Life, a foolish and bumbling suicide. "U.S. broadens target list for Syria strike" Drop the bomb, light the way. Drop the bomb, boom and slay. Drop the bomb, warmonger’s bray. Drop the bomb, to Love’s dismay. Drop the bomb, the silent descent. Drop the bomb, our murderous bent. Drop the bomb, our money misspent. Drop the bomb, our taxes consent. Stop! © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

God, human waste is immense, filling us with dread. We seem to not notice our love with plastic, Seem to miss our misuse of the (H)eartH for entertainment, the consumption of Love’s birth. Love’s slow to come into its ruddy breadth, the spirit penetrates all, it’s unmistakable, Love’s fiber, the strongest at any depth, absolute, true, tangible, and unbreakable. Love, we truly haven’t much of an alternative. Love now. Love all. Love, laugh and live… Peace © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

The sunrise was orange and pink through the slender clouds, a good morning entered to greet me through the windshield. Speaking silence to me, the breeze and birdsong wag their mouths as if to say, welcome back my child, your fate has been sealed. What does that mean, I wonder? Sounds like thunder. I was expecting the brightness to enter in quietly, lay down its verse, bring my ready spirit from under and roar its loving speech most forthrightly. If my fate is sealed might I be an automaton of purpose auditioning for a character beyond my earthly likeness? (Silence…) The end isn’t coming, save for the awareness of myself, not for Life, Creation or God, there’s little else. Peace and Love (Silence…) Okay… There’s Peace and Love and silence. And of course Forgiveness and Laughter forever after… © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Love’s the thing I know. Love’s familiar to my animal. Love’s the path I promised to take. Fear’s the master of disguise. Fear’s the slithering snake. Fear wears the mask of pity, an ashen face, eyes of want, courage tossed like a pale token. Fear’s the faded ember, its influence commandeered, made to exit my thoughts as I hold up the coin proudly and God pierces truth’s doorway. Welcome Home… © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Let us consider our purpose... We have purpose. Breathing has purpose. Eating has purpose. Water has purpose. Polluting the air, poisoning the soil, ruining the water, serve no true purpose... Let us think on our purpose, don't stop... © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime