CONFESSION ZERO

And there we thought we had little to offer, she and I. Seems the echo of the earlier mirror analogy is ours to reflect upon, pun intended. Forbid We ever become so enamored with the self that We fail to honor our original vow, the stewardship of Home, Life, and most assuredly, the vow of our kinship. © 2015 Mark Richard Prime

Let us remember, spirit, the time has come, it is not something we can avoid. Come walk along beside Me, We could certainly use some air. ;) Let us drink nature's water, not humankind's unnatural experiment. Fools. ;) Let us put our hands and feet in the soil and celebrate our Heaven's tallness. Let Me honor the vows where no deceit has been done against the truth as I knew and saw it. I divorce myself from all man-made laws and rules and institutions, all of them! I am wed to humankind by my very nature, beholden to myself and those vows taken with the truth already known. The other way around is not a vow, it is entrapment. Period. I shall rise beyond such foolishness as plans hatched for and against these words that pour forth from Mark Richard Prime's union with only the honest side of Love, not the pile of plans concocted long before awareness came to Me. That union is soured and can only be sweetened by divulging the full truth and nothing but the truth, so...

Marriage, ring, ceremony. Vow... Put a club in her hand and a spade in his, then they might recognize their duty in one another, and leave the material things and rejoice in the vow to another. Love has no attachment, Peace is what floats, Love is what feels it. It is that simple. © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

This day rose up with a nuance I'd yet to imagine, the conquest is on, has been on for some time now, and we, the "meek", must begin our solemn duty to believe in something greater than the self! Let us all take our solemn vows and join them in holy matrimony upon the (H)eartH of Creation with a smile and a profound Love for all things, great and small... © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

I am not deserving of the title of scribe, most of what I had written up until I began to dance, was too near to fear, anger and the misuse of Love... I may have promised, and I may well have bitten off more than I can chew, but with Love's power in community, I have no fear whatsoever. Reality pouring into belief like caramel in coffee, swirling with possibility, especially to a person who's still not exactly sure what's going on, but a person who believes in it just enough to make up for the deficit found in its flip-side of truth. And then there's the non-belief part of my perception of the truth that has me nearly pinned down. (No worries, everything is going along as planned. Love.) © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

( War Photography - from Little Woo.org ) Sometimes I think, I imagine, I believe, I don’t know, that all of you have been playing your role, so to speak, with a loving purpose toward me. (What?) It’s a bit unclear at the moment, spirit, in time I’m sure it’ll all come around… and round we go again on this our war-filled Home to span the tests of lifetimes just in the knick of this instant, now, now, now, now, now, you, you, you, you, you, you, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, love, love, love, love, love, you, you, you, you, you, you, me, you, you, you, you, you, they, them and we, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you and life, love and laughter fluttering all around the beginning line. No. Love and God helped me, not the other way around. Sure, I said I would, but I’ve never been much at keeping my vows, so what makes me think I’ve started now? (Love…) © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle ...

( Deviant Art - eartH Love ) You think I’m not ready, don’t you spirit? You imagine me wallowing as I’ve always done, but this course is not so easy to follow with all the roadblocks we put up to keep us from recognizing the whole of her Love! The eartH, the Mother eartH. It is written backwards to mask the suffering as another’s fault, or Creation’s doing, or belief’s comeuppance, or righteousness disguised as the murderer of evil when Love is the target all along… (Think! Think for a second!) I trust in Love. She has always caught me after I’ve fallen away from her gravity. She’s never failed me. I, on the other hand, have most certainly failed her. I have treated her unkindly, I have misrepresented her love, I have abused my privileges with her far too many times, it is now hers to keep, this loving belief, she will decide, not you, not me, but she! The Mother gets the last word to us human’s of flesh and bone. We must heed her ode as if meant for our individual selves, he...