CONFESSION ZERO

Without the search for truth, purpose hasn't reason to begin with. They’re just you and me and we’re merely two out of billions. Imagine the power of Love within humankind’s grasp? We’ve been trying to remember why we’re here from our beginning, yet it’s our future that truly has us perplexed. I’m supposed to be quiet in my prayer. Silence in prayer gives you the answers after time. Noise in prayer, spoken word, thought, fear, it has no place in belief in the first place! I hear a drum in that. The truth in all of this is I cannot cease my prayer, I can, however, stop my thoughts… they’re getting in the way of the truth, in the way of my instincts, the fullness of Love… What am I searching for? What miniscule clue have I left that I might recall the way Home… Do I imagine my belief as sacrosanct, who am I to know God’s instruction, I can barely function in everyday life, but that’s about to change its skin, from one of my mind getting in the way of my mind, at long las

If I come back around the next life and I forget where I am, Love’s set to intervene. Love will never get caught off guard again at the powers found in belief. Prepare yourselves to evolve, spiritually, physically and mentally, but there I go repeating myself... Love is not just an action word, it’s a verb of grand proportions ready to burst at having been absent in full for so long, it’s also a performance. Each piece is integral to its song. Will it be exclusive or inclusive? Will it be combative or melancholy? Will it give into belief or face the truth- Again. I repeat myself… I’m merely one of the next ones as we are collectively one? (Headache.) Me too… (Silence…) © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

If I were God I’d end all of man’s foul use, war, genocide, murder, mayhem and greed, slavery and wickedness, lies and control. (Slavery is voluntary…) God doesn’t need me, the (H)eartH of Love is the one that summoned the next one to speak on her behalf, the Mother. I hadn’t imagined it… I couldn’t resist her beauty. She is Love and Forgiveness and I must return her joy to her out of duty… (Never heard of such a thing.) Real or imagined, I will be spirit. (Yes you will…) I’m nothing special. Is that why I cannot know? (Discuss your loving belief out in the open throughout your walk and you’ll be led down a path of outcomes, all correct in their framing.) Save the idle chats, I’ve need to imagine the truth of my reality. It is not what I imagine it is. It is the ultimate suffering ground due to our being sightless in our beliefs. We were born to create, whether we're doomed or our spirits are lifted away from our fear that Love might again soar within us... (

The birdsong makes its way into my prayer, is my prayer, part of the fullness of Love. If this is not Heaven I’ll follow you off the cliff of illusion. Fall dark spirit, fall. Soar a loving belief that shakes the very exactness of Life and what good it is. Goodness, peace and love, without them upon us, we’ve little room to wiggle. I often use the exclamation point to many of these prayers. One has the answer. Look within them and you will see a pathway adorned with your name. Help me dear me to have always been immortal I seem to have lost my footing or I’m being led like a Billy goat up a steep trail lined in forgiveness and Love, for without one, there cannot be the other… Because I’m NOT God, I find math impossible most of the time, that and I’m you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and me and you and you and you and you and you and you and you. I’m just me. This is our dance of which I’m just one part of, there is you and you and you and you and you

I want to be near her for most of the day that I then might wash her lovely skin of any of my foul use. I wrestled you off you arrogant uncleanness! Your stench does not bother me, it’s your deception that crawls over me, honing its teeth for a sideshow instead of the true return of Love… She will rise up when we summon her with our plunder… I forgive and, more importantly, forget. The remedy is found in my trust of the Mother’s eartH, Love, forgiveness, compassion… Let go of your religion. Let it breathe its fervent notes of Love and God, let it exhale your belief’s fear and inhale your Love’s return… O! Such mystery deserves a further assessment! Isn’t it our duty as a citizen of eartH to at least imagine the eartH as Home in our beliefs as much as we imagine our future arrival in Heaven elsewhere? © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

With head held high, I summon her fullness of Love and end up pleasing Creation in the process... I challenge the one Exactness when I buy into beliefs instead of being content with laying the spirit to rest in peace at Home... (Live in peace do not die in war.) If I knew diddly squat, I'd say that made sense…? (Silence…) Anything else? (Live among one another in harmony, in silence for much of the day, and when you do choose to open up and say "blah" it must be something loving, if nothing, then certainly not your fear...) Love, peace and goodness to you, yours and the eartH… (Echo…) © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

I do not know. I'm being led. Let it happen... What comes this way? (I don’t know? I remember very little.) Let go the fullness of Love for it to return on the dove's wing whispering a loving peace into the ears... (What?) No outcomes, since belief is never-ending. Vanquishing fear certainly helped to snatch away the stranglehold on instinct. (And Love's the one I chose.) Forgive... and forget, keeps the ego in check, all these memories that mean so little in the treatment of the Mother. Rather remember the important stuff at this juncture in the play and forget the irrelevant stuff. It's real and its jaded and its set to pop, so let's give it up to Love and prepare ourselves to make her clean again, away from our foul use... Perhaps we are animals first, thinking beasts second and only after we pass away are the spirits we collected in our lifetime allowed to dance… The spirit collector paid me a visit. She smiled her delight beneath my feet