CONFESSION ZERO

I love Creation as I love my neighbors from sea to shining sea. I love all. The whole kit and kaboodle. I make no distinctions with the fullness of my Love and I make no demands of anyone, I am Peace and Laughter, Love and Forgiveness. I am. We are all the children of Creation, God, whatever name you feel comfortable with. I believe I'm related to all of humankind, as a matter of fact, I believe that I'm related to the (H)eartH and to all of Creation. I cannot separate myself from that which surrounds me or from that which is beneath me or above me anymore than I can separate myself from the great unknown. To put it simply, I am bound to Love, I am bound to Forgive, I am bound to Peace, and I am bound to Laughter and their sacred medicines. I believe that our human kinship is most important to us as a collective humanity. Peace and Love © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

I do not claim to know the way. All I can do is Love all as I believe I'm bound to do. I cannot parse the stranger to me as if I'm separating rocks from the soil, it is only mine to equally Love them, for without the rock, the soil falls away and without the soil, the rock could not sustain my needs... Peace and Love © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

When we stand up for the (H)eartH, we are standing up for humankind. Stand up! © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime \

The best way to end all war is to give into Peace. © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Bomb. Bomb. Bomb. Bomb. Bomb! We disregard that we don't know death. Occasionally we stop thinking about the bomb silent in its descent, much like death. Sometimes only a murmur dropping in the air, sensed in our unbending march. Splitting children like atoms in a lab, their mother’s wailing death after them. We sense the bomb long after its fallen, now motionless, shrapnel standing at attention, immersed inside the face of horror. It aches too much for us to re-imagine, so we don’t, we see another movie, hear another song, play a different game, brains deadened, eyes closed to the noise found in war. O! What a belief we've crafted of our bombs! © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Perhaps thinking intentionally toward a more efficient way toward Peace, Love and Goodness for we humans on (H)eartH needn't be about the cosmological, but about the logical... Peace and Love © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

The need to be kind (charitable) is most efficient when directed toward Home and at human need. This would, in time, negate the idea of "charity" as an "option" and instead make being kind the norm of our use of Home and one another. Peace and Love are down with that. (Let's begin. Shall we?) © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

The morning spirit enters without sound as sunlight baptizes our waking Life. The air sits stoically, refusing to move as the birdsong awakes from the dark, and worship smiles with the sacred ground. I pray… Peace and Love © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime ~ Thank you, B2ndsacker, for the photo... http://www.flickr.com/photos/37702306@N06/with/5340092652/

"War has a way of creating a solemn numbness, crafting a dying language, where 'natural disaster' and 'collateral damage' sound identical. Murder has a way of creating its own language patterns." Let us look again upon this with a discerning glance... Natural disaster needs be defined: A major adverse event resulting from natural processes of the (H)eartH. War needn't be defined. (War isn't considered a natural disaster.) An adverse event will not rise to the level of a disaster if it occurs in an area without vulnerable populations. War seems to rely on areas with a vulnerable population. War is sounding more similar now to an adverse event resulting from humans, animals that are natural to the (H)eartH. On second thought, I'd rather not look upon war again... Rather think on Peace and Love. My Lovely angel Love is an amazing example of natural beauty. She has a heart so big that it beats for every one, a spirit so loving,

" Rim Fires Chars 200 Square Miles, Creates Own Weather Pattern " War has a way of creating a solemn numbness, Crafting a dying language, where “natural disaster” and “collateral damage” sound identical. © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

If the one truth is not to be known, then we're left to seek it without knowing, and, by the same token, if the one truth is indeed to someday be known to us, it will surely arrive with or without our seeking? To simply be content in our not knowing the truth, then, is the flipside to our seeking and to our someday knowing it. © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Matthew 16:19: "And I will give unto thee the keys of the kingdom of heaven: and whatsoever thou shalt bind on earth shall be bound in heaven: and whatsoever thou shalt loose on earth shall be loosed in heaven." What of this verse? (What of it do you desire to know?) Does this not mean that the (H)eartH and the Heart(H) are Heaven and that Heaven is the HeartH, everything and all, known and unknown? (Umm? What?) Isn't the verse saying that the kingdom of Heaven is the Heart(H) and (H)eartH, the HeartH, and are equally bound by one another, bound by our creations upon it? (It means that God shall give us the keys to Heaven if we will but believe in Him.) But it says whatsoever shall we create on earth, we shall find in heaven, doesn't it? (Yes, but-) No buts. That's what it says. It says that whatsoever we loose on earth shall be loosed in heaven. It means what it says. It means that they are a reflection of one another. (That's taking

Man, have I made a mess of things. I do what I feel is the righteous thing to do, but others seem to suffer. The last thing I wanted was to hurt another, another you and you and you and you, hurt my father, hurt my mother, hurt this one, hurt that one, too, hurt my sister and hurt my brothers, hurt my child, hurt my daughters, hurt their mom for starters, hurt their trust, hurt their love, hurt my in-laws, hurt my wife! Enough! Enough! Enough! I've done plenty hurting in my life! Done more than my fair share, right? I've had enough, as have all the others, been tumbling long after I started stumbling, plummeting to the bottom without a hold on the top, slamming head first into truth, couldn't stop, hadn't the will, hadn't the brakes, didn't have the wings! I tried flying, I tried dying, see? Even tried living my newfound belief! Enough! Enough! Enough! Enough! Clarinet warbling and drum thumping, violin weeping and guitar strumming,