CONFESSION ZERO

(Humanity seems to have missed the larger picture of what it knows and opted instead to rely on what it believes, though the (H)eartH still breathes beneath its feet and gravity holds its thankless flesh and blood to the degree of forgiveness it gives and receives.) This is not mere belief, it is actuality... the grand wedding of reality and belief coming forth, thank God, as love and peace. Better yet, the union is that of kindness? Yes. Kindness working its way through me, trying to take hold to become my breath from Creation's (H)eartH. I pray for the truth of Me, the flip-side of We... __Mark Richard Prime with the Spirit's agreement © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

Where is our laughing water and our sacred soil? Where is our beautiful living and breathing air? Isn't it time to give it all back to Home in this stage of our existence? Haven't our beliefs nearly toppled the HeartH's crown? Are we not sufficiently sated at having thrust the knife into Life's veins? (Too many questions!) We must assure that the (H)eartH senses our cherishment, our thankfulness for Home. (Is that a question?) No. They are thoughts I leave as crumbs for my actuality, as testament to the acknowledgement that these words are breathing. (That they are, Scribe, that they are.) I simply pulse the winding experience, give way to the spiritual dance and allow them to speak as they see fit through me. __ Mark Richard Prime... with the Spirit's agreement © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

Drenched in sweat I see her reflection before me, wings high above her shoulders, shading me, eyes the color of Creation, the heart of an angel. She had again returned to me, guided her heart to mine, we danced along the same pathway. So why is she a stranger to me? (So why are you a stranger to her?) The reflection is read in reverse by me and from front to back she reads. I suppose then Love and Peace must be walking past one another on our way around the circle… With enough patience, we’ll meet again and have learned more of our union and find ourselves bending toward the other with a deeper understanding of our evolution, with a more insightful glance and with a recognized truth. If we must, we’ll lovingly bow to the other as we pass by again in search of this union’s exactness. We’ll either humbly bow, accepting our opposite course, or respectfully fall into one another’s dream and breathe in our fullness. Pray for what is true. © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

We stand in the intersections to wordlessly speak of peace We’re hushed on the sidewalks praying our signs get seen We clasp hands to assure the collective compassion escapes We weep, wail and moan to send our pleas outside the gates We must not stop, we must not fail when love is our motive We shall overcome fear with the use of our affectionate will We’re waiting on our use to blend with the whole of our dream We must remember our connection, assure that all are seen We rise as One and One until the collective One’s the sum Peace & Love © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

I became a true scribe without seeking it, without plan, the flux works in our favor when we find God, not just in ourselves, but in all others and all things. © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

It’s time for our fullness of affection to breach the walls we've erected into prison cells, that we might free Life, Love and Laughter at long last and evermore. © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

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. (Silence...) © 2014 Mark Richard Prime