CONFESSION ZERO

They gave me a gift, did my doubts, as I floated along in forgiveness, I made them look at me with a spirit that was only love, her red fruit touching the ground, her green, her sparkling wonder, Love’s truth, not of human’s use… Oh! Bring me your nectar, Mother! I will love thee evermore! Follow me. Follow me. Follow the shimmer of red now dancing through the mirror, across the memory of her, our dear Mother… Rejoice! It is time to rise up with love! To every man, woman and child, it is time to be what we’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? Human songs, plays, symphonies, architecture, destruction?) That’s the one, the architecture of destruction… Without a shred of a doubt I’m creating a belief. Yes. I believe it completely, and it is one of only Love, where its lesson pierces the soul and reveals the heart of Creation,

( Stathi Stathi ) (Echo…) There’s room enough in this belief for God and Love, and God and Love is all of Creation… (Man, and his beliefs… Animals know not to forget where they are…) We haven’t lost our way, we’ve removed our instincts and settled for machines. What do you smell right now? What do you see right now? What do you hear right now? Rumble the horns to announce you’ve been listening? Sinking away, may her echo be another try to reach you… Balance is the key. Believe what I may, but, for the Love of God, I must rise up with a belief that doesn’t settle scores or end in misery, misery unknown, even by Love and God. (GodLove and nothing less…) We’re set to inherit Heaven if we’ll but Love! Let our voices be heard! (Let your actions speak louder, that they might prove to be the saviors to Love…) © 2012 by mark richard prime

( NC Photographic Archives ) Oh! Dear Grandfather! What are we to do with your wisdom if we seek your mountain not? What of your bride, your eternal (H)eartH. We’ve a heart, we’ve a beat or two left, if Love will grant it… (The bells toll in the distance and the weeping willow comes to with the splash of Love’s rain and the slap of God’s wind. She is all instruments. She is all. Love and God united evermore.) The heart is the most vital of organs, the Mother made man in life’s image as an ode to her Love. I’ll see them again. Life is eternal, yet ever changing, evolving if you will… (Humankind, individual entities, you can no more know that your belief is truth than you can know the instructions of Love and God.) And we’ve wed ourselves to one belief, one storyline out of billions. Soon we’ll find we’ve not much wind left for another. (And another emerges, the one you should never have forgotten…) © 2012 by mark richard prime

( That Bloomin' Garden ) It wasn’t your fault. It was mine. The deed falls squarely on my shoulders, it is mine to bear, mine to choose, mine to be, mine. The self is important my friends. It is who we are! A single entity of the whole! Brothers and sisters, please understand that this is my belief. It isn’t science, it’s a journey. Who I am chose this journey and chose it knowing the possibilities, but what I shouldn‘t have ever imagined is that I would be fearfully timid in taking action. No longer! I've cleaved myself in half and did battle both fear and love. Full Love... (But how can this be, asked the man, we fight the evil that’s attacking our good!) How dare I try and imagine what it is that I am here for and indoctrinate through fear? Fear is not of Love. It is not Creation’s way. It is humankind that fears. It is humankind that imagines they've love while creating their own death machines. The one I’ve never quite understood, the gravitational thrum of my o

( Solar Guadalupe ) “Courage is nothing but well concealed fear.” Yet fear is not necessarily well concealed courage… ~ The courage lies in my not feeling as if I have to tell anyone anything. In belief, or belief in nothing, silence holds the trigger tightly near speech and the noise found in belief… Silence is golden, and golden can be the streets beneath my feet if I build them as a monument of Love… There are rare exceptions to this rule. I talk out of both sides of my being, because there are still two sides to my spirit, Love and Fear- Expand my mind, fear no more and leave me in Heavenly Love forevermore… I balance the nature of who I am by balancing my empathy and my instinct… (Go ahead. They’ll just look at you as a crazy man, like a measly taker and not a fighter…) Why is there need for both fear and Love to be played in order to find Love and God, GodLove? (All of these riddles broken down to their basic steps will always give you the “logical” answer