CONFESSION ZERO

She is the Mother in search of a Father, at least a figure of the man she believes she needs, and she does, does Love. I need know the pang of my own vacant fatherhood. In order to serve, I ingest and cleanse sickness and fear, in search of self, coming up empty, still combing the debris and on to the next dis-ease until we are the cure and not some vacant thing waiting for a savior instead of being one. She manifests the echo of creation come through the balance between God and Love. I now believe. I scribe the story with a balanced curiosity, with many hands and many souls. She waits, I groove. I wait, She grooves. You wait, We groove. We do. © 2015 Mark Richard Prime

O the canopy of affection behind our paintings, the masterpiece of birth, the beauty of child, we must remember them, can't forget. They are the truth of our journey, the lace in our garments rendered as small stewards for our joy. The shortness of our breath comes slowly, long after we've taken our first. we are the breathing child of Creation's slant, of God's grant of an exactness of birth. The truth is we love, mean to be kind, lose our way and then come back. This lovely child was a gift, a smiling, writhing boy, one of us, one of thee, one of all, the children are maps to our first breath. The end of one signals a new beginning, not a death, but a fresh birth, a return of our flesh-born wealth, truth, come manifest, take us back to Peace. Remember this child, remember them all now, for without them, we feel alone, would be, too, crestfallen in our quake, sorrowful, needing to laugh. Remember them! They are We and Thee, a painting of...

Men, it is time to pay up or shut up about how much you care if you can't show it. We are Peacemakers, not warriors. Remember that mother is most precious to God, child the breath before, we are the consciousness of God... © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

You're not the only thunder with something at stake! We've our human thunder to make and then Love's say, then Peace comes to clapping a Kind tambourine! (Your thunder’s most profound this day.) My echo’s the thing the wind strafes, awoken from a deep sleep, brought with a purposed glance, a fox-trot, a samba, a focused tap, thunder beneath and above, a reckoning with Peace for Love, a kindness rolling across the sky, quavering my feet to howl, to groove their step, to move me forward not back, but toward thunder's path, the echo within has come at last. May all the father's remember the children today, may all the father's seek themselves in them, recognize the offspring to God's wonder, love and kindness abound, peace and marvel, small limbs dancing to Life's tall thunder… Peace & Love, Kindness for all © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

Why does heartache have to be the thing that never goes away? Can't memories of a father's love and kindness and guidance be the thing that stays? Peace © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

Good night my kind spirits all. The fine-feathered and the more down to (H)eartH, The love and the forgiveness, the courageous and the timid, the all out and the limited! Smile this ode to the Mother, to the sister and the brother, the uncle and the father, the son and the daughter, great and grand, boom bam boom bong the song... Peace © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Don't breathe in the one thing within the truth that holds down Peace. Do not consider the path most consumed, take the one that Loves, that Forgives our use of her, our Laughter upon her bosom. Live, Love and Laugh with me my fine-feathered spirits, this is for you my kindred spirit, my wife, my brother, my mother, my in-laws, my daughters, my nephews, nieces, aunts and uncles... ~ I pray for the day that "the war machine" (and the warriors who serve it) is no longer the strength of any nation, but that the strength of the world is seen in its Peace (and the peacemakers that serve it)... Peace and Love © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

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 another’s truth that I can’t see Headed for goodness, the one exactness Whatever it may or may not be, it's trackless Not for me to imagine in the least Since I cannot know, I’d be wrong, see So I am trying my best at just being Me More should try themselves on for size At what they find they might be surprised O, Let it go Let of what you cannot possibly know Come along before it’s too late Might as well be Love beats the hell out of hate Boom boom Dance and sing the heart’s satisfaction Dance beneath the sky Laugh with a child’s reaction Remember three words "I Love You" No need to cry my brother, my sister Only need rejoice in Home In kinship to one another, father and mother Life rising up to greet us with a kiss on the cheek Inheriting the (H)eartH, it’s not just for the meek It’s for those who...

Mother and Father Nature are One. A circle that cannot be broken. Love, Forgiveness, Laughter, my Truth, all, Peace and joy in the only paradise in the sky known to man! Oh my! This is Heaven to us, Heaven to God, Love, Forgiveness, Peace and Laughter, all of Creation, known and unknown... Is the challenge sufficient, dear readers? Have I now fallen into what I call action without speaking much at all? The spirit dance as I imbibe in a belief that saves everything and all, the whole kit and kaboodle, the care package of all time, our salvation. O! Kind spirits! Bring me along with you and We, together, can change hell into Heaven! Speak with me, I will in Kind, God and Love are the two that stay in flight in my poem, my ode to Mother and Father, Daughter and Son, Child and Parent, Guide and Savior. To all.To God and Love, the only two things that must be known in order for there to be Peace and Laughter over War and Disaster on the (H)eartH everafter, or until something dif...

My conversation's with Love and Creation... Your hell will lend you no favors when it comes to who you are... What? I'll get back to you on that. All are within my dance, it's mind-blowing to say the least. Women are the chosen ones, my friends. They summon what is best in our function, in Life. They are nearer to Love than we, women, yet it is their children, all children, that do give testament to their fullness when it presents itself to you, and the children, before the Mother and Father, even before them are nearest to Loves fullness... © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

I am both my father and my mother, but I cannot deny that I am also a part of you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you... We're all interconnected through the one true and loving spirit. Whatever it may in turn be tethered to is of no known concern of mine in this our unknowable unknown. My reality swoons of Love's belief. The belief of Love might be the only truth we need to truly remember evermore...? © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

We’re leaving here (the eartH) so what we DO here is relative to the Home that we create, so why not have it reflect an idea of Heaven like never before, though right in front of our faces. We’ve invented and thought our way into our own merger of truth and belief. Welcome to hell with sprinkles of Heaven, when in all goodness we should have it on its head, upside-down with maybe an occasional sprinkle of agony (hell), but, then again, why would one need do that if Love were the objective of the whole…? (Silence…) (H)eartH of Love of the Mother. Heart(H) of Love of the Father. 5050 on your “MF” dial. Playing today’s most loving and down to eartH tunes on the radio, that both the Mother and the Father of Creation, might recognize our humankind’s great sorrow. (Laughter…) No. It might be beneficial for us to release our tall grief first so that the fear within it can be extinguished, and our laughter can then keep it afloat. © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Ri...

I do love wooden bridges. They feel a if they’re inviting us to walk upon their spirit-filled boards that we might learn more of ourselves... Women are nearer in likeness to the Mother eartH than we men and that's a fact. Women, and all they are, should be held up as equals, through and through to we men, after all it is the spirit that Creation seeks, not the shell that carries it. How we treat our temples is reflective of how we love our Home. I see women as the givers of life, they've just been giving so much more than their share that it has humankind bamboozled and stumbling around like "zombies". I say let us hear women roar their allegiance to life and love and forgiveness and duty and child and honor and laughter! Humankind and the eartH would be most loving from such an event, and the eartH alone might be most forgiving of human's ruination to the Mother eartH, the mothers, the women, the daughters of Life, Love and Laughter. (A most delectable que...

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...

( Junk Culture ) Love is here, she breathes our scent, knows our suffering, for it is hers to bear the brunt of the damage we’ve done to Love... The Love of God, it is before you... You haven’t revenge left in you, I took it out, I shed revenge like a snake. I turned you and I both into foes, brother, by my reckless turn. I loved you dearly, so I was left with little choice but to craft it of our pain, and, with the surplus of Love that I had amassed from my affection’s gait, I give to you, my brother, that your Life, your Laughter and the fullness of Love might rise within you at long last. Go down in the flames of agony, or rise up to the surface of Heaven? I rose and fell to my bloodstained knees begging her to forgive me… It’s simple really. Really simple actually. Is that even possible? How could something that was really simple evade our forward vision? The eartH of Creation waits on our actions. Let’s dance, not weep, unless it is for joy! Let’s not imagine a...

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...

The humble shall inherit the eartH, Heaven, if God and Love will it to be. The arrogant have come into agony. Two sides of the coin- one is Love, the other, fear. It’s time to remedy my suffering by only Loving the (H)eartH! Cleansing her soil! I’m scribing for everyone and every sacred thing, all, you know, even those you don’t, that this is Heaven! Rejoice at such great fortune to receive eternal life! (Sounds like a prison stint to me.) It’s no prison, it’s paradise, it’s belief. We make it what we will… I don’t know, but if I, inexplicably, didn’t want full Love, I believe all have the option to sleep as long as they weren’t needed by the Mother anymore, by the Father anymore for a while, until you desired to rest of Love and God awhile. If I replenish my time in silence, true silence, not plugged in to get it out, but inward out comes your surge of a loving memory into silence and I can return when and if the need arises or I desire as sovereign to my self. My dreams must a...

(Pray with the fullness of Love!) They’ve been trying to escape now for twenty-eight years, the band of merry spirits that want nothing, but to love and be loved. Boom! Went their cannon from beneath their every ache, their every sorrow and lesson within Love’s expression ever graced… I haven’t been timid, I’ve got full Love’s instinct, it’s been guiding me along the path to the truth of what I imagine… I find it nearly impossible not to sound ludicrous and hypocritical, two faces, one of my least favorite human traits, I may be many, but the many I’ve been I’ve not always been honest, but to whom? Which spirit in me since 1984 have I been playing? God? Love? Creation? The eartH? (Insert title here…) To whom do we have the pleasure of speaking to this morning, dear spirit? Love or Fear? (Love.) Welcome my dear! This is not just my story. This is my Grandmother, my Mother, my Sister, my Brother, my Father, you and yours, my Loves, human angels set to soar… (Do with me a...

I’m soaring now with the eagles, the heat wave fluttering their wings while warriors bang their weapons like small god’s bent on battle instead of calling out to Love, instead of reaching out with loving arms. I’m judging them one by one, these visions that writhe before me. She calls to us- We sought you. It isn’t about you, Mark Richard Prime, it is throughout you. It is not the fame they seek it is but the truth… (Silence…) (Love: Side thought- Hello, brother, neighbor, friend. You’re learning…) I’m not sure what humankind needs, but I know the eartH needs Love. Nothing hidden behind a wink... peace, love and goodness is not an exclusive club that only you and I belong to, but deep within all of Life. Spoken with Love... It is not mine alone to hold, it is the spirit of Love… If we die, what will become of she? (Eternity...) To have ever lived to see this day or rejoice at its simplicity! (What?) And now to the second- Out of the blue came this truth in the ...

( You are Not Alone - Major Love Prayer.org ) (I've been saying this a long time. A whisper in the night, a nudge within the day, but it's all been coming out backwards, or has it?) Sounds like a David Lynch script. (David Lynch is a genius, Nimrod!) Then it is we that are not... What’s come of this, our day? Feels like a pale remembrance as if we've not slept since, or our eyes never fully opened, living near death, over and over, never realizing what we've done. The dead walk by our closed doors just as they did before. Maybe years from now someone will open them and see there’s no one there, open the cupboards and gaze at the ghost’s of a bare boned affection that move about in the living dust, in the echoes of our dancing within the last of our days, even if there’s nothing worth remembering or somehow it all got misplaced, perhaps tucked away for a rainy day, a keepsake for tomorrow that never came… or never was. Walk with heads held high, honor a...