Time is the perception of space,
Measuring speed crossing distance.
Without the perception of space,
Time could not exist.
Crossing between old and new,
Traveling between right and left,
Yet if in physics there is no size,
Then travel occurs in thought.
Thought creates the boundaries,
Between the lines of time.
For thought would fall apart,
In seeing all states present at once.
Human eyes cannot see,
What is not first seen in the mind..
Yet all that was and will be,
Was first conceived in thought.
All things created were thought of,
And thought is where all things are born.
All of reality is Creation.
Which could not exist without the Creator.
Our breath holds balance against the vacuum,
As we rocket through space against the stars.
Our universe of pictures creates thought,
While thoughts manifest in pictures.
Retreating to the world of thought,
There is no acknowledgment of time.
When a day of joy passes in minutes,
And moments of terror last forever.
The heart stands immune to time,
Through the unbound strength of love.
Within that eternal realm,
Hearts in heaven and in Earth are one.
Life turns the pages of time,
Making illusion seem real through change.
Yet as change measures time in our thoughts,
The things that are true stay the same.
Separation through space is illusion,
If in physics size does not exist.
In this way space, time and thought,
Are held as one in the hand of God.