CONFESSION ZERO

What if we could fathom it all while we are in the flesh and spirit? Why do we imagine that it's not possible, that it can't be another way, that perhaps we're all wrong about our existence's conclusion? I believe it would be reasonable as well as beneficial if we bring ourselves to imagine that our belief, our personal take on our reason for being, is completely and utterly wrong. The likelihood of our knowing that answer is as hidden from us as the truth of the (H)eartH that's writhing beneath our feet... (Balance is most important.) Yes. (Noise!) Silence… (Sound…) Love. (Love.) Love. (ping) © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

I've felt as if I were operating outside of my self, outside of reality, for most of my life, or, should I say, for all of this life that I can recall… Am I not supposed to be writing legibly? Am I supposed to be writing something that will summon fear of my words instead of Peace and Love? Well, my head is upside down, so I’m writing as me for love, for peace. My toughest opponent has been the fearful spirit, now  Love and peace feel like instinct, routine. (Careful, Scribe, there’s nothing routine about Creation.) I beg to differ, kind spirit. The unexpected routine is the most intriguing part of its genius. (How can the “unexpected” be given routine's status when it is a part of that which cannot be known?) But I speak of the one thing that is most knowable to humankind, the (H)eartH. The (H)eartH is, I suspect our only true known. (Humanity seems to have missed the larger picture of what it knows and opted instead to rely on what it believes, though t...

The truth of the matter is… who knows, but the joy felt in being okay with the silence of truth, the resonation of the unknowable, is as powerful as the belief that one imagines what the flesh cannot possibly have known, but damn well should have remembered… © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime