CONFESSION ZERO

Three things have happened. Love has found me, love has wed me and now she's heard my call for peace. Peace, not stinking wars for greed, not grand tales of God as roadmap to battle another God, peace. You're echoing nearer more of this than meets the eye, even if you don't see eye to eye, you're brothers and sisters, family of the one seed.. Yes. The spiritual battle is me. I am a wingless steward of earth. I am love. I must end my pride and bow to what I know, before what I believe is truth sleeps evermore. What of truth? Not your belief, but the knowledge that’s surfacing in you now of where you are? It's not truth it's instinct. Truth never moves, it is immovable. Belief, on the other hand, is meant to grow toward love. I should have no need to speak another word of belief if I'll speak of love instead. I'm a victim of a prideful imagination. You think you're a victim, imagine how the earth feels? She knows only to well of your use. Hu

They gave me a gift, did my doubts, as I floated along toward forgiveness. I made them look at me with a spirit that was of only love, her red fruit touching the ground, her green, her sparkling wonder, love’s truth, not human’s use for hell. Oh! Bring me your nectar, dear mother! I will Love thee evermore! Follow me. Follow me. Follow the shimmer of red now dancing through the mirror, across the bright memory of you… Rejoice! It is time to rise up with Love! To every man, woman and child, it is time to be what you’ve prayed to be, angels, stewards of creation, everything and all that is love, the beginning and the never-end… ~ What song is this that laughs a smile wide and sets the spirit to dancing? Humankind’s song, their plays, their symphonies, their architecture of gloom, their destruction, their use, their- Stop. That’s the one. Their architecture of gloom… I’m Home with my brethren, all, my love for each of you is equal, the earth will have it no other way… The t