CONFESSION ZERO

    We're a on the ledge of Heaven! I found my way by accident. I was found by my fate risen, Come to pass inside me, within me. Has no place to go but given away. The voice is mine in the many spirits. God has my praises against my will, Rather be on the ledge than unheard. Rather be with God's tongue without ever imagining that I'm God. Rather know who I am and that I've some say in our story being crafted as we speak. I spent far too many years digging the hole deeper expecting to find a way out. I was fleeing from my own fate, years wasted, gone, vanished without my purpose known. Enter my rebirth, God rose up within, stayed, guides me now, does God. I had no belief to speak of. Her hands reached for me, her wings got in the way and I fell away, landed next to the rabbit.  (Hadn't you better get to climbing back up, there ain't nothing down here for you, but darkness and gloom?) I separated from it all, left my spirit open for all...

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime What would be the purpose of my dance if it were not God that had my tongue? I say it would be pointless, empty of anything that might usher in Peace and Love. Now I know that through my role I've somehow created the personification of Forgiveness and I am set to earn his wings! (Think you'd have them by now?) Spiritual wings are massive pairs of the whole of Spirit, God's essence. Those wings of the flesh and bone may not be just yet, but fear not, wings we shall have! (Not you, remember?) Last is what I said, not left out. You wish, lovely spirit. No I shall gain my physical wings when all are saved from agonizing beliefs from my lifting them away and bringing actuality, truth, in its stead. Now what say you? (Pause...) Dear lovely spirit of flesh and bone lies told to circumvent the will of God... Better you had enough of your treachery, it will not be met without recourse... (Pause...) You can't change the truth, but yo...

War's a monstrous echo of our stewardship. End its reign! Bring Peace to its original tallness, that it might see eye to eye with Love...~Mark Prime © 2015 Mark Richard Prime

"It's all just a story it's all just a story it's all just a story", yeah, keep repeating that.  (It's a good one, huh?) No, but you can tell yourself that, too, until it evolves into the actuality, which is the easel upon which We are meant to gracefully, lovingly, majestically represent our fledgling creations, painting Heaven with a humble righteousness. Not without great forethought should we invent, but always in honor of Home and All that breathes and paces this paradise floating in the sky! No wonder we don't know where Heaven is, it's too easy... © 2015 Mark Richard Prime

It is amazing!  (Ain't it?) We've so much good fortune in our physical realm, but it seems we do not truly appreciate the gift of Home, of (H)eartH. Let's correct our flight and begin to soar with the same majesty that holds us and offers us many blessings, if we'll but cherish it... ✌️ © 2015 Mark Richard Prime

We have created God from our stories, yet God is not of our creation alone. The One Exactness, Creator of all things great and small, is an entity that we exist upon and within, not something we created from belief, but that always was and will be. We add our stories to the collection of stories we've told from our beginning in order to move forward, not suffer from a self-inflicted "Armageddon", which is truly nothing more than suicidal. Now We continue our story, we don't "end" it, we live it! A new beginning now, not ancient, not the old stories, but the new one... now. © 2015 Mark Richard Prime. 

Ground Zero's where I am wherever I am, sourced within. ~ I feel you,  I sense your spirit in turmoil  and in laughter,  I sense your spirit now  and ever after,  let them come, these changes of spirit,  of thought,  let them unfold  and our dance  will get underway  with God. Live, Love, Laugh... ~ When someone tells another what to "believe", this is not the sin, the sin takes place when the other believes them without due consideration. ~ We left him there. He waited. (Do as he said they thought and they didn't.) We left him there. He'd waited too long for us, so I thought I'd carry him away from his great suffering. (He among so many personifications of Love and Kindness.) We seem to carry Love and Peace like they're side-arms, concealed... ~ *Love retains its fullness having never been fully spoken. *Peace holds its tallness away from the shards of war. *Forgiveness...