CONFESSION ZERO

I am meant to exchange the part of spirit that another needs of me. It’s not as simple as it may at first sound, or should I say it has been perverted to be too difficult to find that needed part of the spirit and take it in without it being inundated with much of that which is not desirable. Why? (It is in the plan, scribe.) Is it? Or was it placed there to turn my eyes away from my needs. (Silence…) © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Is this the moment I've been waiting for? Is this birdsong at one in the morning speaking to me? Is the dog baying at the moon and the small whisper of insect trying to tell me what I need to know or what I need to remember? (It is for you to remember, Mark Richard Prime, because if you know it, you clearly haven’t forgotten.) I remember, therefore I know. I know, therefore I remember. (The answer is within you, you just need to seek it within your spirit.) Yes. And I must seek out the truth of any pretense that rises within me, otherwise, I'm doomed to repeat it. (You best get busy, scribe, you've a long way to make up for what you've done, for what you continue to do.) Sounds like an eternity. (It is. The choice of how you spend it is up to you.) What? (Silence...) © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

I believe that when I'm talking to my "self", I am speaking to the Spirit. At least I have found it to be so in my experience, or at least I believe it to be so... I have come far in this belief and since I believe that belief cannot end, that it must always be in flux, much the same way that Life is always changing (evolving), then I also believe that the spirit never ends, it changes, and it is up to us to ensure that the loving spirit conquers the fearful spirit. If I end this belief, if I put a period to that which is unknowable, I’ll have utterly lied to that which cannot be known. (But it can be believed, Mark Richard Prime.) …Beyond any doubt. © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Seeking in many ways can be as simple as asking questions, but I also think that I'm meant to seek out my purpose within the questions, otherwise, I'm merely paying lip-service to the spirit. If then the answers are unknowable, I believe I should be content with my inability to know. (In a way the being content part is likely to reveal my purpose more than even my seeking. Perhaps the greatest knowledge I can garner is that, in truth, I don't know anything and if even if I do, it's very little.) The self, in my opinion, is a rather tricky thing, and nearly impossible to grasp if what I imagine I seek is my "I" instead of my "me" (who I was born and intended to be). Living in the virtue of "that life" and "that power" might help me realize where, who and what I am, and may even open my eyes to the fullness of my "connectedness". Of course, I believe the "connectedness" is already done for me, I just need to...

To all my fellow brothers and sisters, I offer nothing less than my love, and to my Home I offer the sturdiest of my belief, that which counts before it gets to know the truth of another. I’m headed toward goodness, whatever it may or may not be is not for me to imagine for if I cannot know, I cannot imagine it to be. I will be wrong, so I am trying my best at being the least bit Algebraic in my thoughts. (You? Math? Ha! That’s an outright joke! You couldn’t do math to save your life, numbskull!) And a good day to you fine spirit. (Cut the crap, scribe and get to scribing!) I am and you are along my way. Hello. It was most kind of you to dance with me this morning. It is a dance, our turn to make a difference in what we know instead of ignoring the truth in our duality, what we know and what we can’t. We are gnashing our wits in the hell of our making and we’ve begun to see instead of flee, we are standing up for Home, for Love, for all and everything! Let us empower ourselves...

Woven of experience… (Ready, yet not prepared…) The truth is, this is just another belief woven of only the thoughts of my experience. A lifetime, and I finally find my balance. It is the hope of my true spirit (and yours and yours and yours and yours) to dance with one another (and another and another and another and another and another and another, in my belief). I move into the spirit and the whole lot of dancers seems to know something that I don’t and that I cannot know until something happens... (What?) I don’t know. (Oh. Right, that’s what you said, huh?) In a way, yes… My dance with the spirit and my ideas of Love and love, and a diminishing number of fears, brings me to be able to have my belief and believe it too. I couldn’t believe in anything but Love, otherwise I’d not have recognized that I'm blind to who I am, sightless to the fact that all this is purposeful, (everyone and me and this, our spirited belief.) Only I am not giving it purpose, you are. I...

When the storm comes, let us not run away screaming, let us enter its path and sing an ode, dance a jig to its reverie and remember that we are all part of the storm. I believe it cannot be any other way, for if we imagine ourselves as somehow separate from it, we’re as blind as we are destructive to the truth … © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime