CONFESSION ZERO

The wind blows its cold through the dark and the willow tree kicks her arms and summons me to dream my belief to the pleasure of Love. On bent knee I cry out into the darkness. Nothing. I beseech the wind to forgive me. Nothing. I plead with the soil to allow me another chance to serve Love. Tremble, drum, string, wind, breathing love throughout heaven… She calls to me, she yearns for my touch, my Love to come sliding from my confident hands, drip from my every breath, from my deeds. None shall be in Heaven until they realize where they are. © 2011 by mark prime

I’m telling you these words are not mine own. They are of me but so are you and you and you and you and all and everything. Bring the cymbal crashing to heighten the suffering that needn’t ever have been. The scribe: I have been called to speak the next. Oh, Bach lift me out of this hell of my making! Bring Love home. On your tongues and in your hearts bring Love home. In your belief and in your humbleness, in your walk, in your word, in your actions, in all you do, bring Love home… Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Never cease your memory of what you know, cease the recollection, hold dear the truth. Though you may not know where you are does not leave you blameless for your own fate. Hell is not an easy place to emerge from, but if there’s another species on this planet that can think of a way to save us from spending eternity as having been for nothing and into such nothingness we shall slip, darkness, eternal sleep, not even a whisper, if

Oh Dear Sebastian, play me a heavenly tune with Yo Yo Ma on your strings, with water flowing clear, trees standing for justice, mountains there to remind us of how small we are… nearing insignificance. And we think we‘ve the nerve to speak for Love? What on eartH made us think such a thing? Money. Greed. Rage. Loathing. Destruction of life. Sightless all, their eyes need open… Let us rise up and speak! Speak for Love’s sake! Speak what we will of our belief, but it must come after we serve the kingdom of Love. If we realize where we are, my brothers and sisters, we can have it evermore… © 2011 by mark prime

You’re strumming at my Heart. You’re filling me with Love on the strings of your walk to peace, to Love’s most precious truth, the Heart(H) of Love. The cello of full Love, the song of hope, the words of such a profound meaning that we are knelt in sorrow before Love. Oh! Raise up your spirits! Do not wait for a sign, a prophecy to raise its music ahead of our terror. The truth isn’t convenient to humankind’s imaginings, Love isn’t as profitable as fear. We with our wars! For what? No! Why war? Why do you poison the water that was granted by Love? Why do you plague Love with fear? Fear is humankind’s greatest flaw. The mind settles for bigotry over reason, for fear before Love and for  Love over the Heart(H) of Love… Echo… © 2011 by mark prime

The midnight sky behind the stars went on forever, an eternal dream of mine, my never-ending reverie, my trance of evermore, my dance with destiny. More our dance, yours and mine, mine and yours, with a most willing spirit, the breath of Love. The one star looking back at me brought me to wonder, might we live forever with death becoming a new life to relive again and again and again until our beliefs center around the things we know? The eartH of Love calls out with creation’s thrumming Heart, begging we give up our belief and bring our eyes down opened wide and begin to feverishly pray we’ve still time to end our attempted murder of Life, restore the life we’ve drained from Love‘s precious eartH, return the Love we’ve claimed in blood. The tragedy’s a manifest destiny woven of fear eternal instead of Love’s echo, her never-ending return to Love held in the spirit’s hands that tell us life will come again and again and again and again and again and you will be exactly where your