CONFESSION ZERO

( Perspectives ) Remember where I am. (Over and over and over until Love’s song nestles inside of your breath and billows a refrain, and then, the journey back home can begin, before human, after love. The reason is simple, the lesson, immense.) Belief is humankind’s blindfold. your empty gesturing and corduroys. What? What? Irrelevant. Barren. Nothingness. (Stop.) Dear fellow man, I looked for you today. I hunted for you in peace, but found you not. Sought you in truth like a butterfly seeks out its flower, found you nearest to Love, and rejoiced at having been greeted accordingly! You sought me, brothers and sisters… (Yes.) Did you expect me to be an easy target? (Yes.) Come! Let us speak of peace, love and goodness for all, not on this treachery more! Stand with me, brothers and sisters, speak with Love, she waits our kindness and our affections… (Why do you not put a lid on it as you’re being directed?) Because it’s a game of spirit! A competition li

( Light of Love ) (The music’s changed. The serenade with love has lost its smile. Love’s pleading you awaken from your slumber and join in life’s loving dance. Cease your warring! Cease all sense of hatred! Bow to what you know!) (End your captivation with fear and return it to its original love, steward of heaven. You, an angel who has forgotten where you are, forgotten your use, save for that which you imagine and therefore create on earth, hell rears its ugliness.) (Hell is man’s, it is not God’s, it’s humankind’s reckless thinking, humans who need to look all around them, under their feet, above their reach, and inside their heads, find their love and give it to everyone and every living thing, and remember who, what and where they are, and never forget, again!) (Hell is what you create if you allow your love to end its dance with all of life. Nothing less than love will do. To say that you’ve found God is wrongheaded, it should be, God has, at long last, found you…)

Breathe once more before I begin to shriek. Breathe once more before time jumps the tracks and I’m left without a breath in me, without a shred, lost in my own web, unaided, save for the spirits that swim internally. The eyes of creation, you, the ears of creation, you. And so on, and begin to correct the grave injuries to our mother, earth. Her eyes swim oceans to me, her arms, love to all. All and everything, this is heaven. Please consider it the only heaven, up to this point that you’ve known and look what you’re doing to the earth, God. If it is not “God, why do I care, I’m out of here, and off to heaven with-” Out! This stage shakes beneath my feet and you pretend to pretend to understand the weight of what you shout? Bring me from beneath my questions! I want to soar with you! Let me remember this moment, Love, that my expanding mind may give way… Life’s indeed a stage, but how can we all be actors in the very same play and not imagine that we all might

( Be Happy! Be Encouraged! ) All the words ever written, since man became judge, jury and executioner, amount to war and hate and mistrust and murder, destruction and rape. The prideful manner in which we hold our gods, the gods written by man, is sadness personified! Oh! Strive to a higher standard than that and love to the fullness of Love! Yes. There is an urgency in my voice, I will admit, but the scarves of Love blow in the wind my friends, we’re not rising anywhere, after the way we’ve left The Mother, earth and Heaven, love and the heart of God. Bow upon our knees, she awaits our loyalty to her, our beholden, she still smiles upon us that we might see, that she might lift our eyes to heaven on earth. (Look!) This is not Love and God’s plan, to destroy the HeartH! No! Surely any plan can maneuver around our belief-ridden blindness and still allow Love and God to find that Heaven considers us worthy? God is buckled down too tight, so Love’s about to deliver a messag

( Cristina Acosta ) Fear is the death knell to love. Fear runs through the blood like a madman with a machete! A machete? Did someone say machete? …Careful, now, fear runs rampant on the playgrounds of war. (You’ve nothing to fear, but yourselves.) Crash the party trumpet with your tap-tap-tappety-tap on the spine of Creation! Guitar strum me some melancholy tune for my arrival, then bring me soaring! You too piano! Jump in tambourine! Hey, Fiddle? Resurrect my soul that I might dance and solve this riddle! Soak my veins in God, cello! Sling me inside the mouth of all things sacred, didgeridoo! (You got to be a witchdoctor to have such hands. You got to be God to perform the miracles you do. Pray me out of this dream! ) Drenched in sweat I see her before me, wings high above her shoulders, eyes the color of Creation, the heart of an angel, Love. She had again returned to me. She guided her heart to mine and we danced along the pathway. (There are no meadows here.) The

My vision suddenly strengthens the lens of which I view the world and the perfect combination of art and earth rise to my seeing and heaven smiles upon me with the most loving affection I’ve ever known. Who, I ask you, would forgo such an embrace? The queen come calling with her love held like a newborn love, again and again and again she watches her children, much to Grandmother and Grandfather’s sorrow, you believe more than you could ever know in the flesh and in your sad spirits, you believe all and know nothing. (The Creator is above all, is all and cherishes all, and would no more send part of Love to writhe in agony than breathe sorrow into it’s truth. God is Love. Understand?) If God is Love then where is all of man’s fear coming from? (Fear, hatred and want come from man, the only advanced human-thinking animals who could ever have dreamed up and then implemented hell!) *~* (Make no mistake, Creation (fill in name here) is real, Mark, it’s just that humankind’s forg