CONFESSION ZERO

We are in heaven! Man is blind indeed, Love. Is there no dignity left in our parasitic carcasses than this, our beholden is the eartH, the Heart(H) of  Love, if eartH’s song does not satisfy, then man is too intolerant. The truth comes with both, spirit and the knowledge of  Love and if they came at the same time, we’d either, wobble around drooling of our ignorance, or death would come weaving its potion over us to absolve us of our gravest sin. When did we garner the nerve to question  Love? Have we questioned  Love in our books? Have we confused the truth with deceitful lenses? Lenses so filled with beauty and surface that the eartH just has to suffer our witless imaginings! Will this time be the last time? Echo… Not with my words, they mean very little in the larger scheme of things, but with my actions. Love. Action is truly the only prayer. If you see a wrong, stop it. If you commit a wrong, remember, you do reap what you sow, again and again. Remember Love. Everyone faces so

Oh,  Love! She is heaven! Mother Earth, Heaven, gatekeepers to the souls that now writhe in agony of humankind’s abuse, we must believe and then know that this is Heaven. I am in Heaven, safe in the arms of Love… Come!  Love waits for us to begin the journey back to our selves and to Heaven beneath our feet. Creation awaits just beneath our will… © 2012 by mark prime

If humankind holds up their end of the bargain, Heaven will be shown to them Do we really want to take a chance on our numbness to the truth delivering us the exactness of who we’ve become? Murderous beasts without regard to our beholden, thankless wretches, become murderers of Life’s Mother, eartH. If we do not reverse our course, she’ll have no recourse, but to bring her wrath with immense sorrow and lay all down …to sleep. Don’t you see? If humankind holds up their end of the bargain, Heaven will be shown to them… © 2012 by mark prime