CONFESSION ZERO

Thrum, thrum, thrum, thrum… Bring the fingers out to play, let them rock us all awake! Oh, music, my Love, play a song for me before I have to go. Music, my Love, play with the wind, your notes, her fingers moving my ache. Wake up, my dear. It’s time to have my Love, the sun and water, the wind and rain, your latest creation. Thrum, thrum, thrum, thrum… © 2011 by mark prime

The thoughts that tiptoe now are like a ballet as they sway to and fro’ across the dance floor, the ocean of Love calling to us from the edge of our madness, across the threshold bowing in the sudden wind. Step across the span, enter the kingdom of Love, eternal lifetimes to correct our human mistakes. Stand up and say it with me! Come! Speak of your sorrow, your Love, too! ~ The emerald shone through the glass as if it were its heart living two lifetimes at once. One is now the other is now, spirit and flesh, flesh and spirit, fused into one that holds Love. It all started out as a question, unseen, but felt from here to infinity. Friends get to know strangers, like brothers hug one another in a warm embrace, life and laughter beneath our feet, our rapid breath. Life without belief is like hope without Love. Listen to her dream in her sleep. “Enough” is the word you never try to say. It’s the hardest lesson to learn. Belief has become a disease to Love. © 2011 by m

Dip the bowl into the well and draw back her love in buckets. Do not tarry at the waning light, you’ve got little time left to fly straight my brittle girl. We live together, we die together into our next turn on the wheel. So imagine if you say nothing. The loudest cry will be mine at not having seen myself before now, having ignored the truth beneath my feet. Who can craft a punishment for that sin and not imagine themselves queen or king? Do not go. Stay… ~ Seen, now move. Seek the harness and relinquish fears hold on you. Fear is the mind-extinguisher. None of it… ~ The reckoning is upon us, our gallant feet clanking along as if it’s adrift- No! We are asleep, unfeeling for our destruction! All that we are, stewards. All we’ve ever been, stewards. Children bow to all she gives without asking for anything in return… ~ Agony is where you are and Heaven’s where you must stay, leaving her would jeopardize eternity by the laws that do not obey… ~ Creation is r