CONFESSION ZERO

I pray for the collective, I pray for all. (Why?) Because they pray for me. (Perhaps, but what do they pray of you?) I don’t know exactly, but I believe it beyond doubt that it's a prayer of kindness. (Are you delusional?) No. I fused them together, Reality and Belief and created my actuality. (Your actuality, no one else.) Impossible. (Why?) I am with We and I am Me, hard to miss the truth when you dance backwards around the circle, inquisitive spirit. (What if our reality doesn’t match your actuality?) Belief, it’s a handy tool for just such a reversal of fortune. (Just any belief?) No, mine, if I am to bring your reality into my actuality. Another fusing of two. (What does the marriage of our Reality and your Actuality look like, Scribe?) I was hoping that you could tell Me so that We could begin our transformation… (You want Me to tell you what to believe or what to know?) I want you to tell yourself to believe in them, to believe in

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime

Anger comes in many forms,  rage only comes in one. Too rigid, too flagrant, too warring, too much. Creation, tamp down our raging spirit, douse it of its virulent use... I pray. © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.