CONFESSION ZERO

The traffic, noise, snaps my spirit back to the ground. Gravity? I haven’t a clue, but something’s holding me, holding my spirit lovingly that I might return the favor to all who wish to dance… © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

They wanted to give me their righteous anger at my failures, so I had to show them I mean no harm whatsoever to come to you and yours and theirs and theirs, which is why I am here to begin with- I’m the next one, you’re the next one, let us make our prayers to the eartH for a while and send the rest up to our image of the one exactness, God, Allah, Christ, Buddha, Pope, moral compasses gone way out of balance now slipping from their reasoning. Tipping toward grave sorrow instead of the fullness of Love… The rather distant past has us stymied like a bunch of derelicts standing at the gate with our hand out waiting with fury and fear instead of our peace and our love, that those who oppress us are our brothers and our sisters, all! © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

It’s always the same damn thing! It’s like Groundhog Day around here, only this time the spirit in me became pressed with suspicion of a spirit that dwelled inside my lovely angel Love. A spirit that was lodged in her throat with indifference to my pleas. I must not have earned enough latitude to go without great loss and further suffering … Good! I am grateful to have danced with the spirit, even as we speak I am grateful. This is you and you and you and you and you and me 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 and you and me and yours and yours and theirs and yours and yours and yours and yours and mine and yours and yours and yours… Rejoice! We are the children of God and Love! Rejoice that the eartH is the Heart(H) of Creation! The feel of her gravitational pull should be enough to bring us to believing in her grace, her forgiveness and her eternal spirit of Love. The spirit of Love, I believe is guiding m

Trust is what I seek and instinct has given me a head start over I. Not to be mistaken as anything but duty for my grave sins, the other Gods have to call to you in your belief that they might come with me. Come with me! Everyone and all, let us craft a most loving belief and it is ours! Yours and mine, not just mine and my dream, but all of our collective spirits and dreams of Love! Let us rise up and convene upon what we know and not upon what we believe.... If you think there's something afoot, and I believe you do, it is I that might seem to be stumbling unawares, but you may want to reconsider what it is you think you are seeing... © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime ( The Lean Green Bean  from  The Weekend Gourmet )