CONFESSION ZERO

( You call it madness, but I call it Love ) I understand lifetimes of hurt, so one is like the back of my hand... I'm saying "everything is going to be okay" to as many as I can, I mean I'm not just blurting it out, that'd make me look like a madman. I'm assuring spirit that everything's going to be okay, and will be if decided upon and, even if it's not, everything will be, ironically enough, okay in the end of my belief. I 'm saying that there is no fear-based destination, or any such man-made concoction and I'm merely saying that I hold only Love and dream only with Love, evermore... I do not know, I believe... © 2012 by mark richard prime

GOLDEN WORDS OF SELF stop-trying-to-get-those-around-you-to-change Truth is finally coming Home to roost. Truth’s beneath my every move and that includes my thinking… ~ Is it possible to create such a loving reality if all else are aware of where they are and I haven't been, then everyone’s waiting on me to come around, to crawl out of the shadows of dread and into the light of a new dawn? I don’t know it to be true, I believe it. I imagine that it will help humankind realize their reason for being, I just don’t know. How I picture the eartH is of the utmost importance, if I view it as a holding pen and not Love, I reap what I alone have made in my sightlessness… I am to search, to bring order, that I may perform my sacred duty while I am here, not to allow the water, the soil and air to be tainted from my foul use of a slowly evolving brain. The key is to produce as much love as I am able, full Love. The breadth of the things I’m not aware of is shocking, even to m