CONFESSION ZERO

( Mother eartH, Father Sky ) Oh seek another victim! Mother and Father have had enough of my blindness. They’ve held off long enough. There’s no need to hide, they’re not angry, they’re sad. (Do not your indifference let float tears to drown your love beneath the rising truth.) Why? Why make a game of love? There’s little need to weep, she loves. She sees the suffering at my own hand, fingers pulling triggers instead of offering Love. God sees. Love hears. God feels. Love knows. (Are you coming to bed?) …Yes. Yes, my love. Love’s held off long enough. She’s wept an eternity of sorrow. Enough! Let us, man and woman, create a Life that’s worthy of Love. Clasp our hands in supplication, bent upon the breathing soil, beg forgiveness from whatever you believe and begin in earnest the earth’s salvation. (Are you coming to bed?) …Yes, my love, just another minute of prayer. © 2012 by the spirits dancing with mark richard prime

Oh, God! She is heaven! Mother Earth, Father Heaven, gatekeepers to the souls that now writhe in agony of man’s abuse, I must believe in you and then know that this is Heaven, that I am in Heaven, safe in the arms of Love… Come! Love waits for me to begin my journey back to who I was born to be, and to Creation, beneath my feet. Creation waits just beneath my will… © 2012 by the spirits dancing with mark richard prime

Seek out war and I will find war. Seek death and death shall I find. Hunt for sorrow and sorrow will come to me. Search for Love and I will find God and beauty and joy, laughter and glee, the eternal embracement of Love. Peace… © 2012 by the spirits dancing with mark richard prime

( Rasta Graphics - Popular Virals ) I’m at long last realizing that I am one with Love. Loving, good, protective like a beast, loving like a child, like the songbird’s morning salute to Life, Laughter and Love. Reoice like the man I’m meant to be, the person we all must seek in order to know God… Look everyone, I’m not sure where this is going but my guess, if I had one to imagine where I shouldn’t, I’d say anywhere from eartH, to ground zero, and humankind’s need to know. We must unite as one brother, one sister, as one child of creation… Our purpose unknown, but if we would but imagine for a second that this our life, were not some puzzle that we must figure out to the best of our ability and treat our home as the most sacred of Mothers… Love, she roars! Love she soars! Love she has my tongue and I’m wielding it for all to hear! Rejoice in that if you choose, but live it while you breathe! This Heaven you’ve long sought. Where are you child…? (Sound…) Horrib

( The Timeless Roulette ) The box floated before me. It seemed to crumble the nearer to truth it grew and I was scrambling around for the pieces that resembled me and there were so many of you and I danced as fast as I could, but these secrets, they‘ve got to go! Those that sought my heart like a hunter and those that shrieked at my sightlessness came calling their whispers for me to turn up the volume on my dreams and the old familiar song would begin and belief would carry me to the brink of me and… I cried because of what I saw of man. I howled when my choices were revealed to me wearing their grave sorrow. Fear. My sin is fear, yet there have been times when my elixir was courage, another name for spirit. It’s true. This night I’ve learned a thing about myself, dancing with all spirits can be a distraction, each of you- Goodness. Safety. Love… Where am I? Heaven? (Yes.) There are those that have believed in truth over belief and to those I smile on and ask, where

( the art of dance ) The dance tonight was different. The spirits in the room moved me to dream walk my belief even to further heights. I soared next to peace that occupied the space. I danced with the Mother of fertility, ancient souls of motherhood. I soared next to The Grandmother’s assurance that everything’s going to be okay if humankind will but allow their love to prevail throughout heaven, the Heart(H) of Creation, the (H)eartH, home. (Silence…) The dance tonight was different. The joyful spirit danced along with me, much to my happiness, to my longing to dance with the Spirit of Love, that my belief could be whole with you and you and you and you and so on, until we, the wingless angels, those of flesh and bone, pushing down Love instead of raising it up, begin our rise… It took me too long to find myself here. Where was I going? © 2012 by the spirits dancing with mark richard prime