CONFESSION ZERO

Maybe we're not supposed to be so damned full of ourselves? Maybe the lesson is for us to keep our traps and our machines quiet long enough to hear the (H)eartH's song, the tune the (H)eartH's been playing from the beginning... How's that for lazy afternoon conversation? Shouldn't we discuss the things that truly matter and not the days score or catch or human triumph that does nothing to counterbalance our consumptive nature? © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

Is there rest from this eternity? Might we summon sleep for awhile to just be with Love and God as they hold us near them in blissful sleep…? (I’ll take some of that sleep.) Really, Curmudgeon? (Yes. Between you yammering all day and night and the rest of us closing off our ears to her plea is it any wonder you sound like a raving lunatic!) Yes, but the option’s are limited… Come dance with me, I’ll dance with you in turn and you and I and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and me and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you ad you and Love… The quake begins just below my feet- boom boom boom and a rat-a-tat-tat boom boom! The traffic swirls in the machine, Love’s just trying to get out! This is Heaven… (O! Good God! Of course it is! …You’d have to be blind, deaf and woefully prideful to not have always known that.) There aren’t that many things my friends that we truly need to know- air, water, soil, sustenance, sh...

I don’t know, I believe. But what I am able to know must be champion according to what I know, which is very little in the larger scheme; the flipside to belief, if you will. I had little choice in the matter when it came to Love. She doesn’t like to play silly games of greed, lust and control. Damnable fear… Who needs fear on eartH? I need instinct and free will… With all of the noise, I’m missing the HeartH of Creation’s song beneath my feet and over my head. I’m inside of Creation, a child yet to be born… I had to fade out, a breath held deeply, waiting on the truth to whisper an ode in my ear… I could recall them one at a time, the shadows that tore at my heels to keep me from tumbling headlong. I didn’t run from them, I entered in and did bid them to bend their pleas to the majesty of the (H)eartH of Love… Mother and Father, child and angel, woman and man, animal, spirit collectors, Love... (Spirit collectors? Really?) I shouldn’t just have belief to fall back o...

Let’s not forget how difficult and grave we’ve made our minds beneath our fearful affections, and, instead of making the spirit of Love, that which is in us all, rise to the occasion of suffering no more, eternal bliss, we chose to wage war against the eartH of Creation… I am a human being dancing with the spirit of Love. She is resilient and most sorrowful that we’ve forgotten our eartHly Mother and the Mother eartH… (Let’s not be too quick to jump sides because of the imagined suffering found in peace. Peace is an integral part of Love.) In my opinion, noise is the adversary to love, peace, forgiveness, life and laughter, to all that is essential to Love… (Become a reflection of Love. Don’t have Creation fit to your size, instead fit it snuggly within your spirit…) © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

It’s where you are that matters most, not what you’re surrounded by… Let’s not begin to imagine that even these words that pour out of me for any number of reasons is truth, because like I’ve been trying to point out, that is what’s happening to me, isn’t as pleasant as one might imagine, it’s painful paying for your sins before you can speak the word of God. I’d such a long way to travel. I am born to be Love, like we all are, but my head was flipped upside-down and I was drowning of fear, so it’s taken me way too long to get back to the surface of Love and scribe for her this ode… (But you hadn’t the consent of all!) I needn’t ask for the spirit of Love, it runs full stream through us all if we’ll but engage it, the spirit of Love is separate from our fear. It remains eternal, does Love. Life’s in mid-flight when it’s at its beginning, in the middle and here until Creation decides it’s time to dance. (What about the ending?) There isn’t one, unless you choose to ev...

Without the search for truth, purpose hasn't reason to begin with. They’re just you and me and we’re merely two out of billions. Imagine the power of Love within humankind’s grasp? We’ve been trying to remember why we’re here from our beginning, yet it’s our future that truly has us perplexed. I’m supposed to be quiet in my prayer. Silence in prayer gives you the answers after time. Noise in prayer, spoken word, thought, fear, it has no place in belief in the first place! I hear a drum in that. The truth in all of this is I cannot cease my prayer, I can, however, stop my thoughts… they’re getting in the way of the truth, in the way of my instincts, the fullness of Love… What am I searching for? What miniscule clue have I left that I might recall the way Home… Do I imagine my belief as sacrosanct, who am I to know God’s instruction, I can barely function in everyday life, but that’s about to change its skin, from one of my mind getting in the way of my mind, at long las...

If I come back around the next life and I forget where I am, Love’s set to intervene. Love will never get caught off guard again at the powers found in belief. Prepare yourselves to evolve, spiritually, physically and mentally, but there I go repeating myself... Love is not just an action word, it’s a verb of grand proportions ready to burst at having been absent in full for so long, it’s also a performance. Each piece is integral to its song. Will it be exclusive or inclusive? Will it be combative or melancholy? Will it give into belief or face the truth- Again. I repeat myself… I’m merely one of the next ones as we are collectively one? (Headache.) Me too… (Silence…) © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime