CONFESSION ZERO

Why do I march headlong into my own destruction? The vibrations that ease their way through me now are those of an ancient rhythm. A rhythm that’s weaved its way into animal and into animal and into animal and into animal- Stop! Into animal, into animal, into animal, into animal- Stop! Animal, animal, animal, animal, animal, came the somber echo… (Shhh… You might wake the night. You might sleep past your casualty, beyond your welcome.) She could do it you know. She could lift this all away, send it away with exactness, eternal life, memory. (Silence…) © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

I hear the noise of traffic every day, it's a war on the environment. If I heard the noise of war every day, damn, I imagine I'd be mad as hell and shrug off the shackles of physical and spiritual domination. I'd demand to be heard by those who usurp the power of any nation on (H)eartH, demand that I be set free! ~ To whom it may concern, I am an individual sovereign entity, I alone possess my spirit, I alone possess my body, I am Me and demand you release me of your foul intentions upon this Heavenly instrument of Home. Thank you. Sincerely, Mark Richard Prime © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Oh, and a good morning to you my fine-feathered spirits! I am so glad you came to dance this morning. What a beautiful day here in Northwest Arkansas! * Rumble of traffic bends my thoughts downward, not to the soil, but to the fuming darkness. O! Come to your senses! This is not a game of chance, it's a directive, a plea from Love and Creation. Seek and find Peace and Laughter before all of this is mixed into the soil without a loving memory... * The bird's sing their gratitude without consideration. (Is that even possible?) Yes. Without thought. (Define possible?) Why? (Silence...) © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime