CONFESSION ZERO

Love the (H)eartH. Love the Heart(H) Love the HeartH Woman Child Man © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

(A real man isn't weak, isn't out of shape, has no bad habits, isn't violent, isn't unproductive, isn't out of control, isn't angry, isn't-) Okay! Let Me stop you right there, negated spirit! First of all no one wants to know what a real man isn't! Tell your audience what a real man is and I bet you'll have a debate on your hands. We think we know God from reading a book or hearing a tale of old? Come on! We should know God God's inside of us and we are creating a fledgling of a myriad of beliefs, some maddened, some delirious, some tragic, some spiritualistic, some methodical, some silent, some loud, some whispered, some with none. Let's create a belief in Home and one another worth repeating when God makes God's entrance through Me. Jesus was on the right track then began to center in on the self, where God waits in earnest. Second son, Next One, Risen sun... Love AND Peace Step aside, brother, this is gonna take you off of you...

Imagine this... A man was born… died… and then was reborn without the knowledge of who he was before. This man could not be told, he had to find himself on his own. He searched outside of the self for years, didn't find himself, found instead that he wouldn't know, couldn't earn the right to do so. He then went on a journey only to find himself alone searching blindly with new eyes given him by the one he didn't know, the one he couldn't have known, never knew, blind to the truth of who he was. He wept, he pled with Creation to let him go. The answer was, No. What a cruel test of the will, what a sad testament to fate. Too soon he stumbled, too soon, too damned late. Time’s up! March on now! Move along, you don’t belong! See him tumble, stumble headlong, see him move along and warble such a tragic love song. What a cruel joke, what a spiteful worship, what a misguided missile shot from empty sockets, the ramshackle spirit using him...

This is the day, now is the moment, clarity slips its scarf and it wafts to the sacred ground, a blanket to cushion the blow. "Battle my brother" takes on a whole new meaning when the traffic roars. I believe both women and men and children, all, are essential to the resurrection of truth. The first belief, as I've want to scribe, had to have been nearest to the truth of where, what and who we are. I believe women are precious, as are the children. We men are also precious to Love and Creation, but we need to let go of our rage at having never truly recognized that where we are is Heavenly Home. I believe that it comes down to logic. We just need to logically evolve toward Love in our thinking, it's guaranteed to create something worth repeating of our tenure... © 2012 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 it gets to know the truth of another. I’m headed toward goodness, whatever it may or may not be is not for me to imagine for if I cannot know, I cannot imagine it to be. I will be wrong, so I am trying my best at being the least bit Algebraic in my thoughts. (You? Math? Ha! That’s an outright joke! You couldn’t do math to save your life, numbskull!) And a good day to you fine spirit. (Cut the crap, scribe and get to scribing!) I am and you are along my way. Hello. It was most kind of you to dance with me this morning. It is a dance, our turn to make a difference in what we know instead of ignoring the truth in our duality, what we know and what we can’t. We are gnashing our wits in the hell of our making and we’ve begun to see instead of flee, we are standing up for Home, for Love, for all and everything! Let us empower ourselves...

I'm in Heaven? I’ve been blind indeed, Christ... Is there no dignity left in my parasitic carcass than this? My beholden is the eartH, the Heart(H) of Creation! (If the eartH’s song does not satisfy, you are too intolerant. The truth comes with both, spirit and the knowledge of Love, and if they came at the same time, Mark Richard Prime, you’d either, wobble around drooling of your ignorance, or death would come weaving its potion over you to absolve you of your gravest sin.) When did I garner the nerve to question Creation? Have I questioned man’s books? Have I confused the truth through deceitful lenses, lenses so overflowing with beauty upon the surface that the eartH just had to suffer my shortsighted imaginings? Will this time be the last time? (Silence…) The key is to be grateful and content with where I am. Not with my words, they mean very little in the larger scheme of things, but with my actions and my ability to just be. ...

My vision suddenly strengthens the lens of which I view the world and the perfect combination of art and earth rise to my seeing and heaven smiles upon me with the most loving affection I’ve ever known. Who, I ask you, would forgo such an embrace? The queen come calling with her love held like a newborn love, again and again and again she watches her children, much to Grandmother and Grandfather’s sorrow, you believe more than you could ever know in the flesh and in your sad spirits, you believe all and know nothing. (The Creator is above all, is all and cherishes all, and would no more send part of Love to writhe in agony than breathe sorrow into it’s truth. God is Love. Understand?) If God is Love then where is all of man’s fear coming from? (Fear, hatred and want come from man, the only advanced human-thinking animals who could ever have dreamed up and then implemented hell!) *~* (Make no mistake, Creation (fill in name here) is real, Mark, it’s just that humankind’s forg...