CONFESSION ZERO

This post is going to be long and meaningful. Rated NC17 or some such silliness. The truth comes in many colors and languages, but the words we deem foul are no more than put together, and those things we've wedged into a standing position like corpses leaning against a wall, half dangle, half tumble down when the time is ripe like spring. (Did somebody say springtime?) 5, 4, 3, 2, 1... We persist, despite the odds, physically and spiritually, God has always taken notice of that. I need little help in getting into a jam, so I thought it was time to show you how to stay out of ever having ever found himself in. This is to you few, who know, may we always dance in the known, before we ever again create a hell out of the things we're given... Long... Now meaningful... Love and Peace are conjoined twins of spirit, born over two years apart, a union of spirit ling before the silliness of humankind's expectation and Love's Peace being resuscitated. Up for air, breat...

Sometimes our own sorrows overwhelm us to the point that we tend to not recognize the attempts by those who are doing their best to help us. Try to sense that they are there with you trying to help, it will go a long way in alleviating the stress of all involved. Once we see that loved ones are there for us our own sorrow will ease, therefore allowing the collective flow to be evenly distributed among all present in the situation. The more we say that we're alone in our struggles... the more and more it will seem that we are alone in them. Remember that you are not alone... © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

wizbang So many are "planning" churches for the future instead of in the now, instead of allowing worship to unfold on the original altar where it may. It disturbs the dance with Creation this metastasizing plot, this idea of conquering belief, this devouring of all singular thought outside of doctrine. Sorrow just begins to describe my thoughts on this... ~ Boom Boom Boom Boom (H)eartH Sun Water Air Boom Boom Boom Boom Love Peace Laughter Life Boom Boom Boom Boom Thunder Lightening Wind Rain (Echo...) ~ If we humans are to truly be honest with what we are, we wouldn't poison what makes up 75%, give or take, of what we are comprised of. Furthermore, we would honestly explore the other elements that exist in us from birth, THC and DMT, to mention the two sorely needed of our self-exploration. I believe these two should be known to all since they are an essential part (physically and spiritually) of what is within us from our births to o...

There are many ways to litter. The (H)eartH is not a waste basket, the mind is not a dumping ground and the spirit is not a trash can. Do not litter, it is the path to sorrow. © 2014  Mark Richard Prime

"lobbing in a few missiles"... The ease of which we lob things about as if there is no other choice. Most sad. ~ Peace is not an agreement, Peace is. I know that doesn't do much as far as a "plan" is concerned, but when one talks of airstrikes, an abhorrent word to be sure, then Peace is already hobbled by the implementations of war. ~ When we speak of countries that "hate us", we pigeonhole the whole of the peoples within the borders of a nation that is being controlled by the machination of a warring machine, not unlike we have here in the good ol' US of A... ~ Praying to the heavens (which I believe is beneath our feet) is part of the problem. Prayer is an action word, we have the power within ourselves to end all war, but it seems an easy way to avoid seeing our own collusion by then "leaving it up to God". That strategy might be a mistake, perhaps imagining that that is the way "we" want it to be handled is an error ...

Love’s not meant to hurt, it’s meant to rise up and be heard, seen in the echoes of self-worth, felt in the motion of our breathing birth. Love’s not meant to screech or weep, it’s meant to soar in living’s sleep, swim in our beings down deep, flow in the spirits that we keep. Love’s not meant for fears oppression, or to carry war’s fearful lessons, or be silent to the final confession, Love’s meant to stand tall despite the questions. Love’s the soil. Love’s the water. Love’s the air. Love’s the lion. Love’s the otter. Love’s the bear. Love’s the stars. Love’s the shine. Love’s the flare. Love’s the laughter. Love’s the hug. Love’s the care. Love is… © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

The clouds are a grey blanket this morning, kind spirits! The rain answers upon Home, the source of all Living things that we know of. Imagine my surprise? Imagine everyone that knows the old me, then imagine their shock and my awe... The clouds look like a woven collective, grey skin stretched taut around the stars, complete with the folds of truth, as if they are the covering around the Heart(H) of Creation. A cocoon. I will remember my purpose! (A thunderous roll puts Kiwi inside. Then the rain.) Thundering God, you needn't be angry, we got this. (It is not anger, scribe.) Then exclaim your self in the form of truth! (You are the one that is angry, scribe.) No. I am sorrowful, it is you that seems full of wrath and vengeance. (Great sorrow sometimes sounds like that, scribe.) © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

They wanted to give me their righteous anger at my failures, so I had to show them I mean no harm whatsoever to come to you and yours and theirs and theirs, which is why I am here to begin with- I’m the next one, you’re the next one, let us make our prayers to the eartH for a while and send the rest up to our image of the one exactness, God, Allah, Christ, Buddha, Pope, moral compasses gone way out of balance now slipping from their reasoning. Tipping toward grave sorrow instead of the fullness of Love… The rather distant past has us stymied like a bunch of derelicts standing at the gate with our hand out waiting with fury and fear instead of our peace and our love, that those who oppress us are our brothers and our sisters, all! © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Share and share alike the loving parts of your beliefs, just be careful not to carry them so tightly that you inadvertently strangle Love in the process… My share of this day, My true breath and tainted air, In destruction do they lay. Where is our sorrowful Love Deliver me to me on the way And no end this Life shall attend. All are in Love’s Heaven When her veil begins its lift; O! Why must we suffer in this? eartH is Love and Creation’s reverence, we stewards of angels to come. Give me your hand and heart, Tote with you a loving tongue; Carry love in silky laughter Or eartH becomes life’s grave Bring on the righteous love, Maybe then I’ll fade away and echo, “Full Love does come our way” ! © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

Oh God, oh Love. We are set to be our prayers? Oh please say it is so! Speak! For the sake of Love and God, speak your loving prayer! Am I trying to change the will of God and Love? Yes. It’s simple. Talk to God and Love in truth, not in your doctrine, but in you... Oh! Love is set to direct this show, not we insignificant shells hell-bent on agony and fire and brimstone because we think we imagine that we know one unknowable thing! By then it will be beside the point, save for that of what we will. See? I fell over from thinking on that one for a brief moment, not in time, but in eternity. If we don’t realize where we are, and soon, she will rise and we will be sitting ducks, so to speak. God and Love will have done nothing but react to their nature. We are part of our nature, understand?  I was born again because I was finally beginning to realize just where the hell I was and I decided to change it. My head’s flipped upside-down my fr...

I weep often to make up for my sins, I’ve suffered terrible wrongs at my own hand. Oh my God! What have I done? What did I do? Why am I still here! Why? Imagine my shame when I realized what I had become in my unconsciousness, yet my head was upside down, so instead of landing in hell, where I was headed, where I indeed landed joining all of the other tormented and reckless souls, was Heaven and I’ve been dancing with the spirit of fear long enough and so I thought I’d summon my Love and low and behold here she comes… (Silence…) The woman, Amelia, was once a child, a cherub who blossomed into an angel. (Silence…) How’d that song break in here? Stunned me, humbled me of all of my aches and selfishness, children, angels of God and Love are who I must look upon with the greatest of favor among us. Who truly knows what they must “believe” of our brazen climb and sorrowful fall…? Her story is one that should be known to all who walk the path toward their belief, she’ll guide th...

( Heaven and a New eartH ) This is the belief I chose. What of Love? Might it soar like the awe found in the first moment recognizing where one has landed? Might it urge we feed our brethren? Might it urge that we end all wars? All murder, suicide and greed? Might it take away our blindness that we might recognize the self-erected hell of humankind and realize our gravest sin…? Where was I? (The sin of humankind is greed, the gravest, their inability to fully love. Creation’s acknowledgement for our loveless veins… We can only tread so long until the cab bends with the wind and the rain and the grave sorrow of the tree. (That’s where you were?) No. I was not there, yet I know of its eternity. I have flown with the angels. I have fused my words with the sweet sounds of Love, and a belief emerged from under her grasp! I writhe, in Heaven, evermore… I saw myself fall pray to my own belief. It struck me when I least expected it, it has dan...

( Deaf Pagan Crossroads - Dancing to the Heartbeat of the eartH ) Oh, Love, why couldn’t you have just said so instead of sending your spirit to dance its way through me? It had been too long between dances, I was exhausted. I’m standing here now with my numbness that swims with Bach, rising kindly in my veins, rumbling my name, I bow, sorrow brims with fear, fears brim with sorrow. My love must be recognized for her dominion over all I know. My joy must wed with my deeds. I, my brothers and sisters, am beholden to the eartH, in other words, I’m beholden to Love. © 2012 by mark richard prime

Mark Richard Prime The overabundance of fear that I hold is mine to do away with, I created it. It is man-made and I began my ascent with great trepidation because of the possibilities I’d suffer if I fell- my family, my friends, humankind… I no longer tolerate the use of fear from myself. My self is making up for lost time, but time is in the head, not in God. I do not fear death, save where safety is undesirable over righteousness! My fear of death, and I do not, I use my fear of life, my fear of death has been vanquished by Love… It doesn't take me but a second now to remember where I am... Love, as one might imagine, has its roadblocks, much like my past transgressions, especially those that attempted to murder The Mother through my own hand or my own indifference, my own lovelessness. My destruction to the human spirit on the eartH is, in my belief, the gravest sin in the flesh that I, and all of humankind, can imagine... fear. I bring me along at my own risk, but it is...