CONFESSION ZERO

It is the belief in a power larger than myself and other than myself which allows me to venture into the unknown and even the unknowable. - Maya Angelou Again, if I’m sightless to the inherent disbelief found in the unknowable conclusion of truth, then what I imagine I know, without further seeking, can neither be love nor creation. What of that? Might reason acknowledge it as truth? Is it exactness, as far as any truth might be known? And is it mine to share with the world, mine to give away without the barbs of intolerance or the burden of pride to those seeking? It is yours... Perhaps I can if I’ll but empty it of any words or ideas that act as chains upon the collective spirit, if I’ll avoid any influence that pins down my thoughts or attempts to choke out Love with the ego’s dim-grown intolerance. The deafness found stirring inside of the noise-making, screeching it’s putrid grimness lined in shrill deceit, is simply a numbness to the natural rhythms of sound. If

Preamble: When the sky had felled its rainbow my mind’s eye could then see, what a moment before, it could not… The beams of light that danced of this, drained the ego and revealed my truth; the spirit and life of creation; Love… As this thought reared in turn another, I pushed against it, that it might wait, allow me time to catch my breath… Chorus: “Do not imagine an outcome! Act! Your thoughts are strangling Love! Belief is all you’ll ever know.” But my thoughts are my belief… “Your thoughts are merely noise, it’s your belief that uncovers Love! If it were only your thoughts that made belief, you and you alone would be Love.” But we’re all a part of Love... "Yes, but not without the whole, for Love cannot be divided as land. Creation cannot be at odds with itself, it breathes as one, all, not some or none, but every part, all things, pure Love." I pray every day! “Wonderful! But when you pray in honesty to creation, to Love, without want or contro