CONFESSION ZERO

Happy Veterans Day. Pin a heart on us, the living, we, the warring. The deceased have more breath than our breathing. Emblems of our emptiness and weakness puncturing hunger’s sleeve with dreary brooch. Cackling our minute’s final gasp with warring, weak idols pinned to proud chests, unfilled, all. Pin sweet thoughts upon the dull, not pennants of gluttony, empire, warfare and oil. Whilst our children die for those already dead let us begin anew with this-the worlds flagless living. © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Am I standing in the way of fear? Is it wanting to enter Love with its razor-sharp claws, slice away all hope and laughter? I'm glad I'm standing in fear's way, but what if fear stands in front of Love's entrance? Love hasn't need for an entrance since it never has an exit. © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

We're all Love. Our minds have had a virus for quite a long while now and Love is returning home. Act upon your belief, Love wins, don't act upon your belief, Love wins. It's like being stuck between a rock and a Love place, one never tires of the conversation... © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

I for one will think of Mr. Loughner, for he is still a child of God and Love like us and those he so selfishly murdered and changed. (Forgive the murderer and the murdered, forgive, for one day we could all be asked to repent for the part we had in the attempted murder of the eartH...) © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Don't be so demanding of the children that they learn the same as you and I, be careful what you teach another as if it's fact, especially that which from any truths you supposedly know is an extension beyond your knowing... © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Let us remember our place under the sun. Let's not bring on our Armageddon, instead, rise up with Love, Life and Laughter as our savior and try to keep up with the eartH's return of joy! Let's not set a damned date! Let's have enough time to collect our thoughts, and then make up for what we've done! Cleanse the (H)eartH of our venom and begin to watch God's Love dance... (ping) See Love enter on her wind? See Love enter on her air? See Love sow what we've reaped today? See that we tumble in with head's held high and peace within our heart as she ushers in full Life... (ping) © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Scribe: Nothing? Really? Spirit: Really. Scribe: Well, if nothing is going to happen, spirit, then that, in and of itself is, an event. But, if nothing happens, won't we forget to celebrate? Spirit: What? Scribe: I rejoice not knowing for certain that my path is pleasing Love and God, for it's the path I'm destined to keep until the time that I know, then I'll know and be known, not just suspected. Angel Woman: Give voice to that which holds you dear, give voice to that which you hold as well. Give voice to the child you were born to be! Scribe: And a rat a tat tat, a thrum and a ping, listen for the truth within you sing! Listen closely, listen dear, the time at hand is drawing near. Humankind: Oh boo hoo! If you hadn't noticed, time has the tendency to do just that, Rimnod! Scribe: What? Come to life? Humankind: Run past our grimace and our belief, but not our life...) Scribe: Then I'll rejoice in earnest your fortune at having been born t...