CONFESSION ZERO

The carriage pulls up Before the noise It stirs the dust Over bare feet Moves the forest to shimmer The light's tallness Lording over Holding its gaze to the brush Leave it be Says the weaver of need Will you be true as fate bleeds Will you unwind the clocks Dismantle their ticktock's Strike the drum, Pray the sun Return to me The loving sea I return my waves to you I return the water Says the sea I set it free Rolling in false promises The scepter shines like ivory The fire's risen Not before the water Or before Me We will douse its flames Fire for fire Says the sea and Me We'll set it free The carriage pulls up Before the noise It stirs the dust Over bare feet © 2016 Mark Richard Prime

(It's an issue of giving the other side too much influence over us!) There are no sides in Love and Peace, they have always shared equal halves of each spirit. How much love does it take to bring peace on (H)eartH? 100%. (But not all peace, right? I mean we gotta maintain our animal urges, ya know? So how much peace does it take to bring love on (H)eartH?) 100%. (I was afraid you were gonna say that.) There is no balance between love and peace, they are always in their fullness, we've just buried them so far beneath our fear and want and pointless remembrances that this keeps us repeating "history" with the conqueror's stamp of approval. Reverse course the madness, before the conquered and the conquerors have identical realities. © 2016 Mark Richard Prime

Many do not sense the profundity that is Home... We ride atop a rotating sphere, a heavenly orb, inexplicably set in perfect motion beneath the sun, with the sun... all things in motion, ergo the truth in motion. How does one reconcile the truth if it too is evolving? Does that mean the "conclusion doesn't exist? It's in flux, how would it conclude? (It could change form, thereby increasing its range.) Perhaps, but that still doesn't explain what any of it has to do with conclusions? We human beasts think too finitely in our inane fear of death... It changes a man when death is no more fearful than the life which leads to it. © 2016 Mark Richard Prime

Where we were born, we were supposed to create our own Eden's in our particular part of the Garden. It's The Garden, a heaven that floats through the sky with precision for our continued sustenance, needs consistently met by the source beneath our feet. Could it always have been God? (Everything is.) True. © 2015 Mark Richard Prime

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime

Dear Love, the walls I built had to be torn down Dear Love the walls we've built have to come down Dear Home, the toxins I left in you have to be wiped away Dear (H)eartH the toxins we've spilled have to be cleansed I will rise as Peace, I will rise as Forgiveness We will rise as Peace, we will rise as Forgiveness I will rise, on the streets, in the houses of worship We will rise, on the streets, in the houses of worship I bow to the truth, pray for salvation from my use of Home Dear Brother, bow to the truth, pray for salvation from our use of Home I pray the (H)eartH brings me humbly around to myself Dear Sister, pray the (H)eartH brings us humbly around to Heaven Pray out loud, plead that all others forgive us, that they forgive Me Beseech the children to forgive us all for our misuse of them Oh God! We need bow to our kinship, bow to what holds us here Bow we must, but never allow ourselves to be enslaved by another Be righteous, be humble, be both and ...

When I saw the difference between what I know and what I believe, I saw my grave error riding upon belief as if it were exactness. I should never design anything that revolves around an impasse for the (H)eartH, I must imagine a different direction, and I must imagine falling upon doubt’s sword when it comes to any belief, for none, bar not one, can escape the light of the sun. © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

I just invited Michelle, my Lovely angel Love, to come to the Red-Chair Tavern and abandoned saloon for an evening of wondrous delight awakened by our union's touch. She and I, One, as the story goes. I have to follow the flow and barter for allowances for our continued misuse of the planet we were squatting on for a little while in the frame of time. Prideful spirits are cowards who do not understand equality, all are heard, cared for, sheltered, fed, water, soil, air, tree, animal, now, now, now, consciousness, now, now, now, now, conscience , consciousness, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, God. © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

The Koch Brothers may not be the seat of control, but if they spoil the environment because of their profit from a finite resource that they cannot own, they'll profit nothing for their greed without regard to all others and all things. It's a dance I wouldn't wish upon them, but it is up to them how their dance with Creation never-ends for themselves alone... Well one needn't be a rocket scientist to imagine the winner in a tug of war between humankind and the (H)eartH.__MrP © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

Love the (H)eartH. Love the Heart(H) Love the HeartH Woman Child Man © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

----"The army and people of the DPRK [Democratic People's Republic of Korea] are fully ready to stand in confrontation with the U.S. in all war spaces including cyber warfare space to blow up those citadels," said the statement, which was attributed to North Korea's top policymaking institution, the National Defense Commission. The statement did not provide further details of the threatened attacks. Pyongyang has a long history of issuing ominous warnings to other nations.---- __ World Post End all war and plans of war, spilled the rain! End all revenge and plans of revenge, boomed the thunder! End all lies and plans of deceit, strafed the wind! End all treacherous plans, slashed the lightening! End your attack of Home, quaked the (H)eartH! (Boom boom!) War is not humankind's to master, Serenity comes before, not after. What must we put between parenthesis? Nothing less than (Love and Peace)… © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

The day we decided that our love of plastics was more important than our love of trees. The day we decided that our precious genius was more precious than the genius of the soil. The day we decided that our fumes of industry were more acceptable than the exceptional air we breathed. The day we decided that our immediate family meant more to us than the immediacy of the collective. The day we imagined that we were crafting something worth repeating over what was returning within the constant flux. The day we imagined that our toxins were acceptable as long as we could accept the status quo. The day we thought we could own something and began smothering it all by the parasitic idea of ownership. © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

Post by ABC 7 Chicago . We are rising up, there is no signal, not light to shine a path, the path is before us and we're sensing it is now. Now. NOW! Go forth fine-feathered and finely feathered and give freely the truth of your passions, your convictions to and for Home, to and for one another! Rise up NOW! The moon doesn't rise and nor does the sun, all is in constant motion, God's evolution and our rEVOLUTION! Rise up! Rise up and be heard! NOW! The (H)eartH moves with all and everything, it is we that must recognize Home, sense Heaven in the mountains, in the forest, the oceans and seas, the wind and the breeze- Rise up! Rise up NOW! NOW! Freedom depends on it! © 2014 Mark Richard Prime -  Peace, Scribe, Love, Forgiveness, Voice

What a damnable shame! None of us are homeless, (H)eartH is Home, but there are many without shelter, so many alone, without warmth, or clothes, or shoes, food, safety, and water! So shame on you! Don't punish those without shelter, help them! Help them with what they need, tomorrow it could be you alone on the street! It could be you and your kith and kin who are inexplicably without shelter in Heaven. Shame on our laws that punish beyond measure Shame on laws built on suffering instead of pleasure! Shame on those that make them, they know not what they do, for it could be them, it could be me or you! Fix this shameful prejudice now, before the dance lays you down. Peace, Mark Richard Prime, with Love's agreement © 2014 Mark Richard Prime Sign the petition to End Homeless Hate at Brave New Films

(Humanity seems to have missed the larger picture of what it knows and opted instead to rely on what it believes, though the (H)eartH still breathes beneath its feet and gravity holds its thankless flesh and blood to the degree of forgiveness it gives and receives.) This is not mere belief, it is actuality... the grand wedding of reality and belief coming forth, thank God, as love and peace. Better yet, the union is that of kindness? Yes. Kindness working its way through me, trying to take hold to become my breath from Creation's (H)eartH. I pray for the truth of Me, the flip-side of We... __Mark Richard Prime with the Spirit's agreement © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

Where is our laughing water and our sacred soil? Where is our beautiful living and breathing air? Isn't it time to give it all back to Home in this stage of our existence? Haven't our beliefs nearly toppled the HeartH's crown? Are we not sufficiently sated at having thrust the knife into Life's veins? (Too many questions!) We must assure that the (H)eartH senses our cherishment, our thankfulness for Home. (Is that a question?) No. They are thoughts I leave as crumbs for my actuality, as testament to the acknowledgement that these words are breathing. (That they are, Scribe, that they are.) I simply pulse the winding experience, give way to the spiritual dance and allow them to speak as they see fit through me. __ Mark Richard Prime... with the Spirit's agreement © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

The (H)eartH is the most ordinary and extraordinary entity known to humankind… Don’t be indifferent to it. __mrp © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

These commanded absolutes are anything but absolute to believers and non-believers alike. The destruction of Home is the "murder" of all Life on (H)eartH in a very indiscriminate fashion. Life is Li fe, my friends, not some, or ours, or theirs, but all. Cherish Life... Evolve, believers and non-believers, evolve! Peace © 2014 Mark Richard Prime