CONFESSION ZERO

Fiery dragon spirit, careful of your size, it will not stop tumbling once it begins for you... © 2015 Peace, Love, Laughter, Forgiveness, MrP, Scribe, Mark Richard Prime

The day we decided that our love of plastics was more important than our love of trees. The day we decided that our precious genius was more precious than the genius of the soil. The day we decided that our fumes of industry were more acceptable than the exceptional air we breathed. The day we decided that our immediate family meant more to us than the immediacy of the collective. The day we imagined that we were crafting something worth repeating over what was returning within the constant flux. The day we imagined that our toxins were acceptable as long as we could accept the status quo. The day we thought we could own something and began smothering it all by the parasitic idea of ownership. © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

Where is our laughing water and our sacred soil? Where is our beautiful living and breathing air? Isn't it time to give it all back to Home in this stage of our existence? Haven't our beliefs nearly toppled the HeartH's crown? Are we not sufficiently sated at having thrust the knife into Life's veins? (Too many questions!) We must assure that the (H)eartH senses our cherishment, our thankfulness for Home. (Is that a question?) No. They are thoughts I leave as crumbs for my actuality, as testament to the acknowledgement that these words are breathing. (That they are, Scribe, that they are.) I simply pulse the winding experience, give way to the spiritual dance and allow them to speak as they see fit through me. __ Mark Richard Prime... with the Spirit's agreement © 2014 Mark Richard Prime

Why does the lion roar? (It's in the lion's nature to roar.) Yes, but the lion roars to illustrate its might. (Okay. Why does the hyena laugh?) To let the lion know that it is not afraid. (Seriously?) Do you know why the worm is silent? (No.) To let us know that the soil is silently replenished, not destroyed. (Silence...) © 2014 the spirit of Love and Peace dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Seek your child's grace within, seek its Love, seek its Peace, seek its God. Once found, rinse and repeat until who and what is in you is made evident by Heaven's soil giving rise to wonder... © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Let us consider our purpose... We have purpose. Breathing has purpose. Eating has purpose. Water has purpose. Polluting the air, poisoning the soil, ruining the water, serve no true purpose... Let us think on our purpose, don't stop... © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

I do not claim to know the way. All I can do is Love all as I believe I'm bound to do. I cannot parse the stranger to me as if I'm separating rocks from the soil, it is only mine to equally Love them, for without the rock, the soil falls away and without the soil, the rock could not sustain my needs... Peace and Love © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

There's a thin line that seems to be growing, a merging force of good, less about belief, more about my knowing. I need to believe beyond the consumptive self, beyond the broken windows of man’s glass dwellings, beyond the broken family and the wars of aggression, beyond what I imagine of another, a sister and a brother, beyond the skyline of our hope, into the value of the Mother, into the truth of our birth and the kinship that’s ours to remember, beyond our recent memory and into our birth, water, soil and timber… A wake up call for a story upon invisible wings, a pristine hope that’s soaring the colors blue and green, beneath the sky and the feet, my most humble needs, set to smile upon the streets. Hope that repeats, again and again and again, remaining to the neverend. The righteous man wants me to follow, the leader wants me to vote, the commander wants a sacrifice, a life for mine or mine for a life. I think I’ll vote “No”, rather be a peacemake...

We would do the (H)eartH and ourselves a favor if we'd rid ourselves of the weight of money. Money is the root of our gravest problems. Why does anything essential, our needs, cost anything? Shouldn't we strive to free ourselves of money's stranglehold on the spirit and the air, water, and soil? Remember, money does not make the world go around, it only makes us unreasonable, keeps us blind to the truth found in our want... © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

(Dog, whisper of traffic, birdsong, distant clanging and tapping, whir of the wind, sun, car, silence...) I had to come up for air! I found myself sleeping, as the spirit continued to speak through me the dream of a dream held within the water, the soil, the tree and the sky. I'm so glad to have breathed... © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

The use of children to further an agenda that you might have is a cheerless use of Love… Would you classify me as daft as a fox? (You mean sly. It’s sly as a fox, scribe.) No. I meant daft, I’m not a fox. But now that you mention it? (Silence…) When I write these words I am not thinking, I am reacting to the dance of the loving spirit. I interact with people and their spirit’s and mine automatically dance to a loving belief, which is tethered to my newborn spirit which is within the spirit of Love. The spirit's are laughing and crying and praying for Love! They are we, who we all, as one, are meant to be! Not as any number of our individual selves- but, within that scenario lies the truth, you see, the one exactness of humanity’s need- a loving balance, physical and spiritual balance. Home meets Love. Truth meets Spirit and Life finds its balance. (And they all lived happily ever after, I’m sure…) Life, dear loving spirit, is a stability to be found, not painted ...

Right after the sky had seemingly dumped all its gloom upon this world and sunny days lay ahead of us… some of us… maybe some lucky son of the rich. Just when the world could use some talk of peace and healing of wounds and unruffled reflection allowed to descend… or shine… or sidle between dry lips. O! That this world could make use of silence or a hushed and soothing reverie from the heavy chains knotted around our breath. The tongues are corroded over with idols and liars and hordes of impish drones and toadies and criminals, a fine mess we’ve made of it! A fine mess we’re into now, a world in disarray. And someone’s going to stop breathing tonight. A father’s going to cry, kill or pray as someone else will sleep far away from his grief. Sleep roundly without sorrow. The moving sand and running streets and flying steel pilfering the radiance will send a messenger, a virgin warrior, with tidings of community and expectation, only to return with news of a lifeless planet with lif...

It is not written anywhere that I know of that the eartH needs our silence (as well as our life, laughter and love), but I’d imagine it is so based on the fact that our noise brings nothing of any benefit to the eartH. By noise I mean war, genocide, murder, machines of extraction, machines of pollution, and most, if not all, machines of industry. Our foul noise truly has no benefit to our survival as a species and it certainly has no benefit to nature, at least none that I can see. (Where is it written that the eartH needs silence? I mean it sounds stupid, numbskull! It’s just another planet!) It may sound stupid to you, Curmudgeon, but I see the eartH quite differently. To me it is not just another planet; it is water, air, soil, vegetation, life. It’s not too difficult to see the eartH as an exceptional planet, is it? (Silence…) © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

The breeze stumbles quickly in and comes face to face with the traffic roaring along this frame, this moment, this now and now and now and now and it fades into my belief as if it’s following along with the story-line, dancing, as it were… It is. It is. (It is?) Yes. It is. Along with grass, the tree, the soil and the tide, the bird and bug and hound, the spirit of Love personified. It’s we! We are to rise up on her behalf and cleanse the (H)eartH of our trangressions! We must stop our half-hearted measures and truly rise up and be counted! © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

(Human Spirit) They spoke of return in truth. They both (their spirits) told me things of themselves and the earth, not of the flesh, and that is always a welcome event. I’ve been dancing with spirit so long now that I find it in my every waking moment. In prayer or not, I’m dancing. Prayer is my promise. The original promise I failed to keep, pray! Pray! Pray for the rain! I will be surprised by what this human’s loving spirit is capable of creating... Won’t I? (Silence...) We either return to the soil and come back as a rose or our spirit’s soar with the unknown unknowable... Put your faith in everything being okay even if you do come back as a flower… A rose or eternal bliss… and joy and comfort and laughter and love and breath and breathing and life ever after. Who are we to say that this isn’t our purpose, to evolve into cultivated spirit so that we benefit from its use, that more of our Love surfaces, because we haven’t one smidgen of a clue as to what awaits us in...

I have a feeling I just figured it out… If our belief is conclusive and the one chosen by God and Love- wait… Does Love have a consciousness? Does God fair as well? Now imagine a belief so profound that it is real? The obvious is beneath my feet and they request my presence as the scribe of some final Covenant, or so I believe. I have been summoned to write my story told me from the mist of belief. The haze of injury set my clock to ticking as who I was born to be and I’ve been afraid to acknowledge it, afraid you’d never accept. Would I die for you? Yes. Would I rather live for you? Yes. Without question, we are what we know in our instinct, we’ve just mucked it up a bit… Trust in Love, it has come at last in my dream, she desires that we listen more than we talk, that we conjure the most beautiful of thoughts. We truly summon the beast of despair when we’re lost and suffering her very air! Make it like a movie and dance as you rumble my sky and douse me with your sweet nec...

-7.18.12 I’M SET TO “BE” IN “BELIEF” SOON- What brings us to our feet with unparalleled joy? What truly elevates our minds to worship without question? What is belief worth if suffering is at its core? Isn’t what I know far more important than what I imagine to know or what I imagine to believe? The question isn’t one of who’s right and who’s wrong because everybody is wrong and right, if they imagine, they are. So it is not a question of wrong or right, it’s a question of instinct overriding belief. Instinct is humankind’s need, their greatest need if they choose it to be. (Recall where you are! Remember who you are and commence your duty!) That’s a very tall order when it comes to scribing and speaking this belief’s needs. (Then what are you waiting for? Scribe!) I have been scribing …and speaking, merging with and learning from the Spirit upon the pathway to full Love. She’s a teacher like no other, a mentor, a guide, a healer, a friend, Love… (Love?) Yes. (Yes....