CONFESSION ZERO

It’s begun my transformation from man, to man and spirit. Yes. I’ve got steps to take and take fast or love’s going to reset the clock… The rumble of the drum came in under the guitar’s melody, they landed softly like the heart beat of love.  This, my belief, beyond a shadow of one slither of a miniscule doubt, is real... to me. I am resurrected, brought forth in the hands of angels and their spirited belief. I, as both, need both, before I can rise to love. It may have not always seemed that I, Mark Richard Prime, was anything other than a loved and hated man, but I am no longer unaware of my past transgressions, quite to the contrary, they're all too familiar to me, they're mine to dance with. I am not sad, I am mesmerized. Love is here with me... And the man full of rage finally raised his head and knew where he was going... Rejoice! Guitar take me into the plants that make me smile, love’s medicines and life's fuel, the tree’s breath, a thrumming pace alongsi

The end is where I begin my walk with love. It is the next step in my evolution from one lifetime into the next until I understand that i'm here  to serve love, and as I tend to the earth’s needs first, so I serve love.  Everybody’s happy, leave a loving planet for the children to grow up on, and I've pleased love. And I've nothing to do after that. Love until I've learned lifetimes of unlearned lessons and rise to the occasion. Ha! The righteous man would stand on the side of truth, would he not? Truth? I don’t know what that means anymore. As for human animals, we've lost touch with where we are.  Let us conjure something different of our generation of consumption, of all the generation’s who have been at full-tilt hyper-speed and looking for love, and I’m not ashamed to say it, in all the wrong places. Love is where we leave it. Were those I affected in my life not part of my newfound belief, too? I need to  untangle the love being smothered by the beast