CONFESSION ZERO

You’re forgiven… Her voice rang out like an eagle’s shriek summoning me to me. I landed on my knees and stayed in supplication for days, touching her damp loam with affection… and regret. Don’t dwell on your regrets. Dwell on something that moves Love forward. If humankind is to have been for a reason, might it have been for Love? Yes. © 2011 by mark prime

Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop your death. Prop up the rain another day. What do you do? You slather liberty for a privileged few. Leaning against the wind, see it topple? Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop your fall. Stop it! Swim the sun another day. Do you know where you are? You must bring your legs behind your prayers and use motion to fly them to consciousness. Begin! Begin! Begin! Begin your Love. Here comes the rain... © 2011 by mark prime

It’s too late for repentance... now is the end... now is the end... now is the end... now is the end... now and now and now and now and now and now without end! Love now. Love now. Love now. Love now. Love now. Love, that you might be and be that you might Love… Take me homeward, daughters. Lead me through the darkness with my mind trained on the light. Though I walk through the valley of the shadows of death, though I walk through the valley, I Love. Though I walk through the slums, I Love. Though I walk through the halls of false power, I Love. Though I walk throughout, I Love. I Love… © 2011 by mark prime

We figured it out. The web of our making brought us nearer the other, nearer to Love. Nearer. And we found ourselves, find ourselves marching on the streets smiling upon one another. Heed this call, heed her prayer that she might see our change even before we feel ourselves begin to weep for our transgressions. Weep not! Do! Motion creates. The universe is in constant flux… © 2011 by mark prime

You’re the one that is called innocence, you are most virtuous and have risen to the heights of angels. You are blameless. You soar, yet you’re firmly rooted to the eartH in your flight. She and thee are both Heaven and Home, my Love. Echo… The Grandmother is the promised gift of eternal life! The eartH is Heaven. Echo… © 2011 by mark prime

The gavel came down like the gargantuan thunder of Love. The storm passed too quickly, we thought. The squall ran its brazen claws against the mountain side- Drum, pound me your thunder! Roll across the valley like a comet and- Hit it! Bring the stick down hard against the skin! Let us hear our wailing prayers! Again and again let us memorize the loss if humankind succeeds in self-fulfilling prophecy. So we are what we think… There’s no need for formal introductions, brothers and sisters. We’re family. Two equal shorelines encircling bodies of water waning from pollution. I prayed to Love that we see with enough time to correct our grave mistake. I begged creation to wake us up from our slumber. Humankind has poisoned the apple, my queen. Awaken, children! Your mother’s calling you… ~ My neck is stiff from sleeping. Maybe I’ll write something…? ~ I bent the light with my mind. It blinded me. ~ The music stopped playing with the drone of a failing battery. I was at a