CONFESSION ZERO

It is time to learn life from the ground up, not too far off of the soil, just enough to have a chance at never disregarding her. We’ve broken down the walls and spirit is bleeding out, calling our names like solemn prayers- shriek and wail, after you’ve laughed, evermore breathed again and again to always return to Love. Speak of Love. Discuss Love. Laugh with Love. Cry with Love. Dance with Love. Smile with Love. Be Love. Love. Bow to them they told me, bow. Bow they demanded, bow. But I’d have none of it, this, my belief, is mine. The angels allowed me to dance, a silent waltz that came blistering across the floor like justice within the Heart(H) of Love. Rejoice! Hit it bugle! Soar me a note with G force winds and valuable dreams- Stop. Begin to dream. Dreams, as well as Love, are free. Stop. © 2011 by mark prime

I am not alone. I have Love. On her way by me last year, I thought I’d catch a ride. I’d tried so many other ways, but Love’s destiny evaded my pathway toward war. Let us Love now …Now. Now, before we hear our echoed fate, Manifest Destiny- dreams by any other name are false. Assemble your Heaven to its original tallness, to its amazing beginning and never-end for all of life, Love’s precious creations… Meant for all living things, a sun that asks not for anything from us but that we Love, a moon that beckons our higher thoughts, but also a cautionary star or two shoot by in mid-flight ...and I hear the strings quiver on that note… Hush, child. I am here. I am Love. © 2011 by mark prime

The story returns carrying grave sorrow last upon its brow. The story never ends, really. It goes on for as long as it takes to create an infinite Love... The story never ends, it changes. Try putting a period or a conclusion on anything that is Love and you’ll find out that you were wrong. It’s not about right and wrong. It’s about nature. It’s about truth! Truth never ends. She meanders around campfires jostling souls before she goes. She is the unspoken truth, a wordless truth, the mother of all we know, The Grandmother, the Heart(H) of Love. Creation is begging we reconsider our discordant path. Pleading we camp here evermore. Praying that we love, Love without attachment. Love is unattached because it is free… Bring me out of this latest collapse found deep in me, this story- this Love that shines in me is not me. It is you, brothers and sisters, without your Love, I would not be. Truth never ends. She meanders around campfires jostling souls before she moves on. She is