CONFESSION ZERO

There are fine things behind me, found them waiting there There are fine deeds in my name, found blind to who I am There are fine days ahead as family rises to its evolution Amen © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

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

Why all the mystery? Bring down your thunder, raise up your wind! Bring your Love and your Peace, and let your storm begin! I am here, I am ready, I am. We've imagined you long enough. The thunder validates the thought Brings its clap down as if it were laughter. The dream is real. Enter! The door's wide open! Shall we? My Love is an angel of grand proportions Her Peace is an angel coming to rescue Bringing gladness, toting favor upon all Let us not forget what has us It is in this knowledge that we manifest That we emerge on the other side whole That we enter on cue and find our Mark Peace ~ I know. ~ Rise up with Me  We will benefit Rise up, fine-feathered spirits Rise up Let us walk along beside one another like God intended It beats the alternative ~ Mark Richard Prime  is not the alternative,  Mark Richard Prime is. We are to rise up on life's behalf! We're not to shroud the truth! Love is not to be hidden, it is to be kindness! ...

We’re a rising sun We’re a burgeoning paradise We’re a vessel of One We’re a thrumming drum We’re with God and Goddess We’re with wind and water We’re the Mother and Father We’re the sons and daughters The vessels of choice The conscious voice The righteous believers The (H)eartH’s receivers We are the rising congregation A sacred configuration We are the human race A caring face We are the angels of grace A system in place Sisters and Brethren Breathe Love Exhale Peace Arrive in Heaven Be © 2014 Mark Richard Prime © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

It's not a race, it's a process Do not hurry and miss the nuance Do not run ahead, walk with Peace Do not rush and overlook the subtleties Do not race to be the first, join with the collective Love It's not a race to the finish, it's an evolution to a new beginning Live, Love and Laugh Peace & Love © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

I must move on, evolve, begin my dance with Love in reality and in prayer. I can assure you, I don't regret it. Whatever makes your heart sing, remember it's every note, for that might just be your individual salvation from the wrath of the Mother. Is it enough? Has it made its way to us from where we began, the birth molecule fires, and it is in that first moment of breath that we know precisely who and what and where we are...? When I die it is no different, and even without my head, my spirit still lives beyond it and I'm released into the kingdom of God and Love. Wherever that might be is irrelevant, it's what it is, and what it is has a choke hold on human beliefs! Love's fortune grabbed a hold of me living, laughing, and loving, I wasn't about to let go. Careful... Do not try this at home, no one under the age of reason need try, and reason, my friends, is coming around the corner. Bing bang down the alley, zip pop ping down the lane, across the f...

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

We are all walking these streets under our own abysmal verdict. Frequently we hear that we’re faced by avoidable contamination. We’ve heard it before, that we must breed our skin apart from those others until our masks are solid and chaste, irremovable, useless. Force the skin’s hue down, imprison our colors on the nomadic streets. We need be single-minded to form our face into the perfect color of a perverted truth, this evolution is ugliest now, storming its infection across the world. We’re walking the streets, the roads, the twisting spheres bending away, humanity begging we refuse this council, this deception. One stride on this eartH, one long, delightful use of man, animal, dying now, ready to live. Our fuel’s the blood Under our skin, our reckless mind, the contagion. Understand this, our progression has long commenced. We cannot forgo its breathing revolution. We cannot, from its rise, ourselves remove. O! It will thrash our sticks and stones, and turn its heaven away ...

( A Hug Goes a Long Way - art by worldofoddy from Lomography ) Let us rumble our Love, not our guns. Let us trumpet our Love not our fear. Let us Love as if our very lives not only depended on it, but were beholden to it and with little choice but to adapt to the evolving Home. What would we be? It was solely up to us what we evolved into. The way I see it there are two choices, be a child of and friend to the (H)eartH or be her foe, destined to be fully absorbed by Creation's spirit. Let us begin to adapt to our surroundings as if they were a part of us… © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Prime

( Frames/sing - Anslem's Proof of God ) Isn’t it possible that we are a part of this thing we’ve coined evolution, our adaptability theory or our belief’s presumption heaped upon the great and immense unknown unknowable, and we’re evolving toward laughter, life and Love; evolving love in motion toward the fullness, the center of Love, as if our very spirits depend on it? There’s a word for that… (Necessity is your need, not your want. Remember…) There are so many loveless gestures in the spirits that dwell within the one singular exactness of the loving spirit, wherever and whatever. We’re evolving, we’re adapting to our need to love over our inane desire to be King and Queen of the loving eartH of Life, Laughter and Love with a tyrants fist… Rejoice at the news! Our folly can be held away from its trembling if we’ll but love the eartH of Creation in return… (Echo…) The birds chime in as if on cue, or perhaps my ears entered in from prayer to Home, Heaven on eartH t...

Man is young in his journey. We evolve too slowly, metastasize too gladly, our thoughts rear their barren heads like moles. Evolve! Evolve now, that we might grow our waning love. Evolve! Evolve now, that we might bow with humble head and with love emblazoned upon our burnt skin. © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

Be in belief, just don’t get trapped inside of it… Adventure! Rise up and walk the walk, return to Love forthwith and bring her your fullness of courage, truth and forgiveness! Love, love, love, love, Love! You don’t need directions, you need to get to moving again on the pathway to full Love… (Silence…) The wind just spun in with her whisper on my legs, she pleads I reconsider any journey that speaks of God as if God was familiar… (The only thing familiar is beneath your feet, Mark Richard Prime!) And before my eyes, her children writhe as well! Oh dear Mother, won’t you bring your fullness of Love and leave our toxins behind, create a new way of thinking, a new way of bringing your children together in their evolution of sight… It is not me, they want, it is her, my Love. They shall not have her, but they had best get to pleasing her or she’ll rise up and send them packing with the wind! Boom boom boom boom! Splat, listen for the Laughter in that! (Life, Laughter and ...