CONFESSION ZERO

The child's Hope resonates with us because it speaks a language We long ago forgot... Hope. The language of Hope is perhaps the single most universal language known to our species. Children innately understand their connection to all things. No training needed. Hope is never prohibited, always making its way in our prayers, always a need away from the next, until a smoothness is drawn, etched by the intentions to love all. Let us bask in Hope's resurgence, for it is our Hope to suffer no more and begin to truly live. So be it... ☮💚☯ Mark Prime

Isn't "HOPE" that thing that floods our thoughts when we're in true need? Isn't HOPE that which should be viewed as a form of silent PRAYER and a PRAYER that is answered by those with giving hearts? Hope is prayer and prayer is a hopeful discussion followed by action, thought, then come's the echo of what those actions bring forth through our unwitting manifestation of an actuality unfolding in the now that we alone summoned by our belief's in action, or our belief's inaction. Either way, prepare for an adjusted manifestation, adjusted so that agony and suffering will never unfold again. Me © 2015 Mark Richard Prime

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Ferguson-Missouri/105640282802310 When Peace and Love are there... we'll then know we have arrived and on to the next battle, the next war, until Peace & Love are seen where we are at any given moment, globally, harmoniously lifted from our suffering, self-inflicted or otherwise. Peace & Love, a union like none other toward all other's salvation... © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

I am sorry, my dear, my roar is not at you, it is for freedom's reach, for your liberty, too. I am sorry, dear Tiger, I'm saddened by your imprisonment. My small hands are most ready to learn, for all, and for you, too, good friend. All is forgiven. Peace and Love © 2014 the spirit of Love and Peace dancing through Mark Richard Prime

We are the children's parents. We owe it to all children, all youth, to rise to their cause of freedom which coincides with ours, which utilizes Peace and Love to find our balance that such things as this do not occur without understanding, without a fundamental change to our roles as stewards... ~ Never underestimate the youth's ability to understand on a deeper level than We adult's knee-jerk criticisms of a natural and loving act. I would caution many adults about seeing such a movie, because until we understand that our purpose is to Love, without defining it into oblivion, we will continue to be shocked at the diverse ways of expressing it... We'll put up with graphic violence in our imagery and in our reality, but not graphic love, flesh, God forbid we feel something other than war and murder and the living dead. Let us have love and compassion for our fellow vessels. Just war and zombies will be the end of us, not scenes of a sexual nature, graphic or othe...

The same water is indeed within our touch, ripples move in this way, they stay beneath the hopeful fingers, the gliding hand. The ripples are moving each moment. Feel them, sense them, the echo... Peace © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Praise all as we indeed see our hope give rise to Love... © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

"Whoever" you are inside my head, I greet you at last with a loving smile knowing your character best, you'd rather laugh and love while you live, Heaven beneath the feet... Wink wink nudge, tis but a blind man. In this case, not literal, but in the spiritual, I was stagnant if not slipping to the hell that was my calling, to be who I am. O! This is a great guilt I've chosen to carry all of these years. The rage alone could feel eternity's neck... I chose Love... I will know. The spirit will tell me, it is I that has to listen and scribe it as I believe I heard it from these wordless truths. Freewill ain't all it's cracked up to be... I don't exist in your reality my dear flesh and bone Mark Richard Prime, you belong to Love. You can be Christ or you can be Love. (I can't be one without the other, lesson early on this a.m.) I exist enough, but being who I am, well that's tough. I want to rise to the highest air and remember I...

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

Oh my dear. This song of mine is meant for you for you inhaled most of your suffering at my breaths. And it is you that summons me with your siren’s lament. You are my savior, you gave me the most to remember, you are my Love, my forevermore come to my rescue at my tumbledown descent into agony. Summon me now to speak your bidding. Love has come at last. Keep your truth next to your Love, we’re Silence and Hope, another word for Belief. Take the Love from each and every doctrine and create a belief that is widespread, that is all inclusive, loving, desirable in its totality, eartHly- I had so much I wanted to say... So who am I again in all of this? A mere scribe lost in translation? Lost to his own power, out of his hands, but of his will... © 2012 Mark Richard Prime

( 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...

(1) These are the thoughts spoken by Charles Morse (Anthony Hopkins) and Robert Green (Alec Baldwin) in the movie The Edge. Both are lost in the Alaskan wilderness – on their tracks, a man-eating bear.  Charles:  Yeah, see, they die of shame. “What did I do wrong? How could I have gotten myself into this?” And so they sit there and they…die…because they didn’t do the one thing that would save their lives. Robert:  And what is that, Charles? Charles: Thinking. *~* (Shame.) It’s a bit tricky, is shame. It's often hard to admit, because it reminds us of our our collusion. (Shame is like Velcro.) I suppose that's why shame hurts so much more when you're naked… I believe it is the bitterness that stuffs forgiveness inside of us like rusty metal in a sealed crate, the weight too great to carry, the lid held down by rage, and the contents, still waiting to breathe... I believe that Peace is the breeze that is felt after we let go of our bitterness… (Pe...

All I need do is ask, and Love swims the answers! It may not be the answer(s) I expected to wind its way from inside out the winding wind, but it is the answer given. The thunder answers my call for affirmation that I have come. I have arrived at what, who and where I was born to be, or so I believe… Like she, like he, like all of life- Love! Love is the answer to all of my questions and I’ve many that trailed of thunder and her rise to greet her thankless children... Maybe God’s welcoming me home…? My Lovely angel Love, you are the echo to my thunder, her rise to greet me smiling, asking if I might obey her majestic glance… Oh! Send in the trumpets with the grace and design and summon their lightening and their rumble and dance their way into my Love, fear to go rumbling beyond God’s loving glimpse… Oh! Let me rejoice at the rain! Let me simmer my laughter and glee that has not summoned the eartH for her truth upon all of this… I am writing her dance, her children of disg...

(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 have 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...

( Pegi Smith Paintings - Through the Door) I’ve stumbled upon the door that leads in, so I thought I’d begin. The waiting’s been hellish, the path, Love, the destination, eternal HeartH, Home and Heaven. Did you think I would fail such truth, such a testament to Love? Who did you think you and I had become? Strangers? Shadows of our former selves? The time that belief trumps truth, will be the time of self-made hell’s rising. Not hellfire and damnation, that’s against Love, but a recurring suffering until we love as one. (I do not know. I believe.) It’s all I need do if my belief is that of nothing but love, in every word and with a joyous affection for all of life and any justifiable end. We cannot know. We cannot recognize God, because we don’t recognize ourselves. Look at yourself. Look at your divine grace, your uniqueness… in Heaven. Love is what we are, who we are, and even where we are. Rejoice! *~* The billowing smoke lingered and I was reminded of the small things...

Where does this road lead? To heaven as I create it, a chance for truth and art within the garden. Love, God, Life and the Spirit- the mother and father, the ebb and flow of life, which is Love, which is waiting to see if my speech is sufficient according to my belief- what I‘m urged to speak! I have been preparing for this day, it’s truly out of my control much like my life floating here before me now… in Heaven, Heaven on eartH. (Why would you do such a suicidal thing?) Love… *~* (Peace and goodbye, easy enough to say, yes?) No. What do those stars forming a Y mean? A confirmation of the path I‘m on? Wait, surely I know that the path I’m on is indeed the one of full Love? There’s only one… one path I could be on, right? (Why has your mind spun out of your control?) Love and God, Life and Creation, Hope and Joy, Forgiveness and second chances, Laughter and Life… *~* (Love and God should have never gone unnoticed beneath your feet, Mark, or over your head, or in fron...