CONFESSION ZERO

( The Blind Conscience by Kimberley Kermode ) I walked the streets in blindness. I heard the shattering of war. I sensed the felled spirits of the warring. I saw a world going crazy with maddened and maddening madness, the quickening with the resonance of my tenable fate has begun. I am accountable, me… Guilty of the slaughter found in war, shamed by me, my contribution to murder, rape, hunger, thirst, weapons carved from the lie, my willful destruction of life. The knowable has never been more evident than now, too many to sustain, too many to recognize the sacred ground, too many hands have grown down into reflective screens without reflection… Too many hands grown down into reflective screens without reflection… Too many hands grown down into reflective screens without reflection… Too many hands grown down into reflective screens without reflection… Too many hands grown down, down deep, inside reflective screens without reflection… without reflection. Without reflect

( Mother Earth by Pennie Austin ) I listened. I cried, I laughed, I bowed, I prayed. In the beginning of Love was creation and in the beginning of creation was Love. Love and Life are eternal. I look around me with living eyes and Love is revealed. I Look to the heavens, but also look beneath my feet and to that which faces me, for Love is only revealed to me if I view the whole of life, if I Love with the same affections that I grant my belief. I smiled, I frowned, I grimaced, I howled, I stumbled! I found myself bowing at her sacred feet, bent upon my knees in servitude. I was in motion and I knew nothing… I knew not where I was because I knew not who I was. Until I know myself, my Love cannot grow. Without Love, the self is too heavy to rise. It is tied to me and everything that is before me. I've trudged aimlessly as I sought meaning, as I searched for Love. I failed to see that Love has been and will always be in me and around me, so I'll reveal my Love bef