CONFESSION ZERO

I am supposed to be loving in my belief. I am supposed to be loving in my reality within the HeartH of creation, I mean it makes sense that we are to love, for the opposite is adulterated fear that challenges Creation’s (H)eartH. Open the eyes, for what you have need to close your eyes in order to believe will be crafted of your darkness. The light from love burns through everything and all, it is the truth of our vessels built of blood, carriers of the loving spirit hidden from our wits by our own greed. Want over need never ends well. And the same can be said of love over fear. (Blah blah blah…) The duality of humankind is now evident in my belief’s trajectory. The two sides of one spirit faced with its own mortality. The mortality of its own creation built in to electrify the loving sensations, to adhere human prayers to their source, after so much “time” of not knowing an important thing relative to where they were born to be. (What exactly moves beneath my feet.

(I’m like a shadow, you’ll not see me!) Too bad. Shadows generally follow. I was hoping you might walk with me. I could use the guidance and do without the curmudgeonly reluctance. Walk beside me, spirit, that I may not feel so alone on my journey, though I’m surrounded by the fullness of Love and Creation, a fellow loving spirit in the flesh would be nice company… (They don’t want to dance with you, Rimnod!) How on eartH would you know what the loving spirit desires? You’re too busy scheming and bellyaching to dance at all… (Silence…) Yet, Curmudgeon, you are dancing with the loving spirit, you’ve no choice, none of us do, it’s just become so unrecognizable that you have become sightless to its step… (Silence…) Silence is golden, even in prayer… (Thoughts tend to fall to the sheen of the worthless metals.) It’s not our place to say what a worthless metal is, after all, metals are a part of the (H)eartH of Creation. (Sure.) Then it is the bone just beneath the Mo

Love and Creation, but there I go repeating myself. Love, Life and Laughter, a Joyful Creation is Goodness. Affection stroking the loving spirit, that we might return Home with gladness in our Heart(H)s… Why must we imagine it any other way? Are there not ample reasons to give the (H)eartH it’s return? It is Life as we know it, not as we believe it. It is. The eartH is our original Mother, a birth she’d grow to regret. Her children tear into her flesh like marauding beasts bent on suffering at their own hand. Turn away from your imaginings for a moment to reflect upon what it is you’re doing with what you know… O! Rejoice at such a truth! Rejoice that the (H)eartH is forgiving, that Love is all, is God if you must, but Love alone covers all we need remember, the truth in humankind’s directive. Remember, time is a creation of humankind, Creation is eternal and cannot be considered time. Right? I mean time is a frame of reference and eternity is timeless. Now is the only “ti

The dawdle in his gait seems to speak of the joy at having breathed at all! Selfless and filled with an awe at his great fortune, the spirit walks by… (Begin.) Money is indeed the root of all evil, which means that there must be an origin, a source of such wickedness that seems to be hidden? (Perhaps it is in your pea-brain, but not mine!) Which is exactly why you, dear Curmudgeon, are the perfect spirit to be asking, your pea-brain is churning toward God and mine is churning toward Love, surely we’ll see one another along the way? © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime