CONFESSION ZERO

We are the inventors of a fictional thing we call time... clocks just remind us of our adherence to the illusion... © 2016 Mark Richard Prime

God, there comes a time within all, the level we seek God, the level we find. Why do I do the solo dance, pay back for all of the story's use, cleansing I call my dance. It takes One plus One to tango. One. The number forgotten between zero and two. Stand and breathe the streets under the sun, light the owl cooing to midnight like a steely-kissed eruption as the birds fly on now, home to the river, the breathing, the breathing mess in my quest- forgiven from day One... © 2015 Mark Richard Prime V

Reality is now bending to belief Has bent, is bending- (Get a motel room!) (Brief silence...) Love, and this, my reality, is shaping my never-end, always with a loving confidence go I, not knowing now, not quite familiar with now, but adapting and adopting, revelation, manifestation, goodness of the spirit, it is the best way to NOT make a mistake. (Love…) (Brief silence...) Yes, my dear, what is your need? Does it summon you through me or does it summon me through you, it is a circle, so I would conclude that it doesn't matter if needs are met, the future's coming without brakes... It's absurd, let's fix this mess by slowing down. Time isn't necessarily measured the way we human’s can comprehend the full scope, the breadth of what it means to be eternal. Time isn't a measurement, it is an idea. Even though it may not be so in what we imagine as our reality, isn't time, in and of itself, immeasurable since an end cannot exist in eternity? It may or...

To the point of disbelief to the point whittled of lies to the point of the body playing tricks on you the only way most come down from such delusions of place is by being taken down from off of a cross or some such tortured symbol of humankind's ignorance of self that you've been nailed to for far too damned long. Savior to the savior(s). It's what God required, what I delivered by falling into it instead of away from it. I accepted my fate in order to change it. Boom boom gently wafts through the story in a way that is at last most telling. Smile on the centerpeace of We. Smile on Me. I didn't choose it, it was chosen, go with it. And you will know me by my word, not by my deed. It's simple really. I am. Have to be. Was, is and am, that man. The next to last or last of One or the last One. Instead of torture heaped upon Me, I have felt much deceit- impossible traps, not something I can change, the past, but the future, now, now and the future are l...

Do you want to play the wait and see game? Are you attempting to ensnare me in what would spell the end of the Peace campaign? (No.) Good. Because that way ain't happening, if it were we would have seen it unfolding. On second thought, it's perfect example of what God wants of Creation's thinking beasts, learn to be content, humbly righteous ain't meek, it's divinely as it should be, remember it is unfolding, it has not already come to an end, create a new beginning for all of humankind by listening to and engaging Mark and this speech... Yes. Make up your own way, build upon, don't tumble down by learning History! Shit! Better get your asses out there and make it! Rejoice while you're at it. © 2015 Peace, Love, Laughter, Forgiveness, MrP, Scribe, Mark Richard Prime

I like this, but I find myself drawn to clarify the river's position and ours regarding water. Please bear with me on this one... (This should be lots of fun...) I believe that time is nothing more than a concept of human thinking and isn't truly something that exists but in our minds, yet the river does exist regardless of human calendars and clocks. (Okay.) Therefore time is irrelevant to the river, not as in the seasons, but as in minutes and seconds, right? (Yes.) So, if time is irrelevant to the river, then it is also irrelevant to the water that creates it, so we humans therefore are equal to the river since we both rely on water and not time for our existence? (Wow. That actually makes sense.) So why are we humans still beholden to the illusion of time while we continue to destroy the very real thing that we're predominantly comprised of? (Wow, you're two for two, but I'm afraid it's getting late and some of us have to get up early to...

TUG OF WAR PEACE There’s no set date.  End the madness of time. Bunch of damn fools tugging on the line  for arbitrary points remain out of reach. I am. We are. Home is Heaven beneath our feet. The tide is in control  and it is surely coming. Make no mistake, Peace is here,  so is Love, the story will not wait  for some fool to make their plans, the Scribe assures it as Creation demands. “Rise up!” And so it shall be,  echo back to front. November eleventh,  December first, January one,  or then or then or twenty-fifteen,  exactness has no limit  and truth does firmly come. __mrp

BEAUTIFUL CHILDHOOD MEMORIES... those were/are moments meant to be cherished. The beauty of moments like those is that they do not come with metals, purple hearts, or human contrivances that smother the truth in our memories like water poured over our shrouded faces... I realize that much of this sounds like nothing more than being contrary, if so, then I am the ultimate contrariness of Me, the flip-side to We, the same, yet different, yet equal, a twin of our human collective spirit. Flipped on its head it still makes sense... We need stop doing things so God-awfully backwards! GRAVITY: Gravity dictates our beholden. Gravity holds our attention Erects our spines Lifts our hands Moves our feet Holds us back from ourselves. In this sense, Gravity is God. Call it what you will, its a force to be reckoned with... Turning away is different than not being with, when one turns away from God, they are turning away from themselves and eventually all others. There is a ...

Stand down, fine-feathered spirits! The time for war is never, the time for Love is never-end, now and now and now! But how? Now is how, now and now and now and now ad now! Breathe and Love, Peace and Laughter, with our collective Forgiveness ever after! Heaven beneath our feet, real or a fragment of my imagination? Either way, we dance, we can't end the never-end, can't put a period on belief, can't summon Love's sleep, time to wakey wakey! Shakey shakey our spirits nest and dance with all! Boom boom... © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

"The timeless in you is aware of life's timelessness. And knows that yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream." __Khalil Gibran Yesterday’s been here, a repeat of the past whose dream’s already arrived, only louder than before. Today is nearly gone, slipped of war's plan, loosed of its lethal explosion, ready to come again. Tomorrow's set to enter, a future of wounds set to drag their newest scar over the children’s tombs. What of now? © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Throw open your church doors, synagogues, mosques, town halls, meeting places, come into the light of day. Bring your hearts pounding with their tremendous Love and dance your Forgiveness out into the fields to play. Carry your Laughter within the vessel of Peace and glorify what is before you and beneath your feet upon the rhythm tapping out its eternal beat, celebrate your brotherhood and sisterhood with Home, relinquish the suffering brought about by any and all beliefs. Let go the chaos loosed by your hold within the supple flesh. The spirit of Love cannot be held down, it must breathe. Time's a void, NOW is the moment Creation conceives. Forget your watch, ignore the numbers and end the clock, no more the slide of the unremitting tick tock, the thrumming of deadlines, the slither of limitations, the drumming of war made silent by all nations. Peace and Love emerging with the pace of the (H)eartH’s splendor. Now begin. Now. Peace and Love © 2013 the spirit of Lo...

We need reveal our own Love as antidote to apathy, not infect others who already have the same Love as We, to imagine them another way is to imagine that We are somehow different. We are equals... Peace and Love © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

This day shuts its eyes to time. It beckons the watch to cease its pounding, to give up its makeshift Hell in lieu of the truth of its Heaven. Ticktock vanishing into the thinnest of air, diving beneath the surface of oily oceans, plastic seas, broken mountains, loveless wars and blinding despair. (Could these be made into song?) They are song. Look, read, listen, carefully, remembering where you are... © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

We all are, I'd imagine, as guilty as the rest of relying solely on our flesh and bone assessments. I believe that the spirit has been waiting for us to come around. I needn't know it, I merely need to believe in it and walk away from my illusion's of time and enter in without arrogance, without judgement, without anything as a weight, but tote Love and remember who and what I imagined of myself in the whole picture... © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Scribe: Nothing? Really? Spirit: Really. Scribe: Well, if nothing is going to happen, spirit, then that, in and of itself is, an event. But, if nothing happens, won't we forget to celebrate? Spirit: What? Scribe: I rejoice not knowing for certain that my path is pleasing Love and God, for it's the path I'm destined to keep until the time that I know, then I'll know and be known, not just suspected. Angel Woman: Give voice to that which holds you dear, give voice to that which you hold as well. Give voice to the child you were born to be! Scribe: And a rat a tat tat, a thrum and a ping, listen for the truth within you sing! Listen closely, listen dear, the time at hand is drawing near. Humankind: Oh boo hoo! If you hadn't noticed, time has the tendency to do just that, Rimnod! Scribe: What? Come to life? Humankind: Run past our grimace and our belief, but not our life...) Scribe: Then I'll rejoice in earnest your fortune at having been born t...

O! This is Heaven! I just know it! (You mean you "believe it".) When it is beyond doubt, belief is what you know. You create it as you go, I chose to make it peace at Home. Or should I say the way was chosen for me, Love runs this show. The day we stop believing in something, is the day we fold all of our tents and throw the last bowl of water on the fire. The reality painted of this is mine and yours and yours and yours and yours and yours and if we begin our dance with Love, in my belief, the sky is the beginning and the never-end. Awe is ours to mount with a glorious laughter! By making time irrelevant in my belief, I've managed to turn the reality that I'm in into an eternal journey, if, and I mean only if, Creation wills it so... We think of it, it is made and we are one within our own conception. Is that hell? (Depends. What do you believe it to be?) Heaven. (Then yes, by all means, reflect your imagined Heaven! A glorious masterpiece we'd b...

There is no time to this, there is no timing to speak of, and maybe it’s just me. Either way, time is irrelevant, we cleanse the (H)eartH of our madness, and then, perhaps our loving act begins… © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

The story-line weaves its way toward Love like none I've yet to imagine and, believe you me, when I tell you that my imagination is soaring with Love, there’s no telling where she’ll place us down, but, while we’re still breathing, we might as well join in! Boob boom and a rat a tat tat, boom boom bippety bop boom, dance with the spirit that’s in the room, dance with the spirit that’s in everyone and everything! Groove to its affections wafting about like a sultry lullaby that’s meant for those of us who've been asleep for far too long. I remember only that which is of Love… (So, if you've been afraid most of your life, but you acted as if you weren't bothered in the least, then why the abhorrent behavior toward fellow spirit vessels of flesh and bone if and when they ever tried to understand you?) I don’t know. I’d imagine it has to do with my instinct and my love being so connected with who and where I am that it often shocks me…? I’m waiting patiently. Tim...

Love and Creation, but there I go repeating myself. Love, Life and Laughter, a Joyful Creation is Goodness. Affection stroking the loving spirit, that we might return Home with gladness in our Heart(H)s… Why must we imagine it any other way? Are there not ample reasons to give the (H)eartH it’s return? It is Life as we know it, not as we believe it. It is. The eartH is our original Mother, a birth she’d grow to regret. Her children tear into her flesh like marauding beasts bent on suffering at their own hand. Turn away from your imaginings for a moment to reflect upon what it is you’re doing with what you know… O! Rejoice at such a truth! Rejoice that the (H)eartH is forgiving, that Love is all, is God if you must, but Love alone covers all we need remember, the truth in humankind’s directive. Remember, time is a creation of humankind, Creation is eternal and cannot be considered time. Right? I mean time is a frame of reference and eternity is timeless. Now is the only “ti...

I can be very overbearing. The spirits, those I have unwittingly discovered in me, when challenged by knee-jerking fear, react in kind without a wisp of fear. It is truly not my intention to cause anyone undue stress or consternation by my actions or my words. (I am crafting a belief of nothing but Love and Peace, and Love and Peace will not be denied.) We hold our human to human vows more sacred than we do the one that is of our original purpose. Are we mad? Have we completely fallen off the wagon on our way back Home? I take my vow to the Mother eartH very seriously, but I am in no position to argue that I've been the best man for the damned job when it comes to my responsibilities to the mother or mother's of eartH. I am most certainly flawed like few I know. I am a human being pleading with all to realize just where it is that I am coming from. In prayer, these words tumble out of me without chance to even recall what it is I began writing, now imagine what it is t...