CONFESSION ZERO

The eartH's remedy for our fall is found both physically and spiritually, let us imagine ourselves alone against fear. Love vacates the building, and all hell breaks loose. Imagine if the shoe were on the other foot and Love entered in instead, or better yet, Love was able to roam about from spirit to spirit and dance with whomever it pleased and was still able to remain within all of Creation? O! What a dance that will be! © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

We're in this boat together, whether we imagine it or not. The spirit's got me right where it wants me and I'm not letting go. The traffic slams me briefly back and I'm reminded of my own foul consumption, reflected in my creaking bones, scars of rage, and ringing head. The bell's rang at least five times in my life that I recall the significance in their sway. Child, car bending (memory gone, save for that which I knew and now what I imagine I know), screech of tires stomping to consumption's beat, the artist and singer and song writer and dancer and actor and director and story teller and sister, brother, mother, father, niece and nephew, aunt and uncle, grandmother, grandfather, wife and husband, daughter and son, granddaughter, grandson, heart and heart, (H)eartH and Heart(H), love and love, together in peace as was intended for it to earnestly begin, with the fullness of Life, Laughter and Love... © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard

Why would we imagine such a thing as war? (It is inconceivable, numb-skull!) I don't think that word means what you think it means, said the swordsman to the man standing in the middle with the Swordsman and the Giant at his side... (Numbskull?) Inconceivable. (Is it?) It must have been for everyone else, but it's who I was born to be literally. When you journey toward the fullness of Love's caress while knowing where you are and where you're going, it's goig to help move things along if you'll begin now to walk in Love and Forgiveness, remember who you are... © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Soft drinks may not be that healthy when we consume too much, but they certainly are one of humankind's better uses of their taste, his sight and his sound, snap, pop, mmm, the rush of refreshment to the senses. Now imagine had we but left our water as it was intended? That'd be a rush worth a snap, pop and an mmm to each of us. It'd be the one size fits all kind of refreshment instead of our additions from genius to stupidity, a blindness so steep that it would test the mind's will to remember such a dismal affair as the one we had all created... and the test would be a roaring success. Who knows? Don't care... now is all that matters when you're in eternal Heaven and you're sight's beginning to return... © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Stop dividing and come together like never before and begin your prayers to Love! Bring your thoughts smiling upon the gift that is Life! What other way could we have imagined? We should have kept our eye on the ways of Truth and Light and summoned Love and Forgiveness... © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

The dance is on and I could not be happier, God and Love both are breathing in me as we speak, so I know who I am without remembering it... The truth in the knowing part is most fervent and resolute that i begin to speak. (You are speaking, Scribe! If you only "knew"! You're so caught up in both your reality and your belief that they're beginning to resemble one another!) Then I am reaching a balance within and without... I don't know anything, I believe... But I am not belief! I am me! Who I was born to be and if belief (imagined) will marry our reality (the unimaginable we'll live happily ever after at last and everybody and everything has a part to play in the thrilling comedy of Love...) What you must think of me now when reflected against then? What you must have thought of me then with my face of two sides and my dance of flailing rage? I am not that man any longer, I have been born again through belief... Belief then is something, eh? Bel

This belief is like a human computer program with all of the bells and whistles, it goes ding-a-ling in some of the words and signals an S.O.S. in the others. It is a balance to met before we descend into complete chaos and lose our wits entirely, given the wit's propensity toward corruption and failure instead of toward Love and Forgiveness... © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

I am writing my story, which just so happens to include all of you. Uh oh. I've written a conundrum that only I know the answer to. All else would know it too if they had kept their promise to Love... I am not one to talk on the favors of Love, I've forsaken my share and from that of my wife! I am ashamed for my choices and I think I bid the keeper of fear to a challenge while in the deepest of realities, the agony I brought to myself through my choices alone, what was I thinking? I pray I never create a hell in which to live again. If we're going to pray that Heaven be created, why do we actively prey upon the very thing that can assure it? © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

The dance is on and I could not be happier, God and Love both are breathing in me as we speak, so I know who I am without remembering it... The truth in the knowing part is most fervent and resolute that i begin to speak. (You are speaking, Scribe! If you only "knew"! You're so caught up in both your reality and your belief that they're beginning to resemble one another!) Then I am reaching a balance within and without... I don't know anything, I believe... But I am not belief! I am me! Who I was born to be and if belief (imagined) will marry our reality (the unimaginable we'll live happily ever after at last and everybody and everything has a part to play in the thrilling comedy of Love...) What you must think of me now when reflected against then? What you must have thought of me then with my face of two sides and my dance of flailing rage? I am not that man any longer, I have been born again through belief... Belief then is something, eh? Bel