CONFESSION ZERO

The drought of Love is significant and avoidable. Plant the seeds now. Sow them in our aridness, reap Forgiveness and Peace, it’s a Love style that’s sustainable... © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Come with Peace and there will be no battle... © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

"Zimbabwe elephants poisoned by poachers in Hwange" The largest of them fell to its knees, eyes rolled in its forlorn face, a frayed truth, tomorrow poached by thieves. "Study: Bumble bees at risk, while others thrive" Risk is not the most concerning word in that. The most relative word would be “thrive”, with the threat of death extending to human Life, a foolish and bumbling suicide. "U.S. broadens target list for Syria strike" Drop the bomb, light the way. Drop the bomb, boom and slay. Drop the bomb, warmonger’s bray. Drop the bomb, to Love’s dismay. Drop the bomb, the silent descent. Drop the bomb, our murderous bent. Drop the bomb, our money misspent. Drop the bomb, our taxes consent. Stop! © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

God, human waste is immense, filling us with dread. We seem to not notice our love with plastic, Seem to miss our misuse of the (H)eartH for entertainment, the consumption of Love’s birth. Love’s slow to come into its ruddy breadth, the spirit penetrates all, it’s unmistakable, Love’s fiber, the strongest at any depth, absolute, true, tangible, and unbreakable. Love, we truly haven’t much of an alternative. Love now. Love all. Love, laugh and live… Peace © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

The sunrise was orange and pink through the slender clouds, a good morning entered to greet me through the windshield. Speaking silence to me, the breeze and birdsong wag their mouths as if to say, welcome back my child, your fate has been sealed. What does that mean, I wonder? Sounds like thunder. I was expecting the brightness to enter in quietly, lay down its verse, bring my ready spirit from under and roar its loving speech most forthrightly. If my fate is sealed might I be an automaton of purpose auditioning for a character beyond my earthly likeness? (Silence…) The end isn’t coming, save for the awareness of myself, not for Life, Creation or God, there’s little else. Peace and Love (Silence…) Okay… There’s Peace and Love and silence. And of course Forgiveness and Laughter forever after… © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Love’s the thing I know. Love’s familiar to my animal. Love’s the path I promised to take. Fear’s the master of disguise. Fear’s the slithering snake. Fear wears the mask of pity, an ashen face, eyes of want, courage tossed like a pale token. Fear’s the faded ember, its influence commandeered, made to exit my thoughts as I hold up the coin proudly and God pierces truth’s doorway. Welcome Home… © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Let us consider our purpose... We have purpose. Breathing has purpose. Eating has purpose. Water has purpose. Polluting the air, poisoning the soil, ruining the water, serve no true purpose... Let us think on our purpose, don't stop... © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Let us not be intolerant of one another. Let's share our thoughts, share our love, share our laughter, and forgive our sisters and brothers. Hunger’s a dreadful injustice, considering we live upon the only planet that provides us our sustenance. Food, water and air, life, love and laughter are free, anyone trying to profit from any of these is a fool, and an enemy by choice to the (H)eartH. Like I said, a fool… © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

The boy who cries in the photo is Diego Frazao Torquato, who played the violin in the String Orchestra of the Afro Reggae. Afro Reggae is a non-profit organization that gives kids hope and an escape from their impoverished and crime ridden environments. The occasion was the funeral of his social project coordinator, Evandro João Silva, who was murdered in downtown Rio. Diego contracted meningitis at age four, aggravated by pneumonia, and struggled with memory difficulties. He still managed to learn the violin. Diego, born and raised in the slums of Parada de Lucas, dreamed that the violin would take him to see the world. Sadly, shortly after this photo was taken Diego died of leukemia. At Diego's funeral José Júnior, the coordinator of Afroreggae stated, "I think the legacy of Diego is hope, it is the willingness to change, to transform". Photo Credit: Marcos Tristão Full story: http://tinyurl.com/c3b4yjd ~ The strings vibrate with Love's story. Listen. Wi