If everything we create is first imagined, how hard is it to imagine Creation?
It must all begin
somewhere,
deep inside the mind.
Impassioned by the
heart,
creation has its
start,
fueled by passion’s
fire,
to bring forth pure
desire.
The treasure of the
heart,
is imagination’s
find.
Into our existence,
Brought forth from the night,
Thoughts becoming real,
We walk upon the light.
Thought is only
energy,
the power of the mind.
For matter is
composed,
as Einstein did
propose,
of energy in form,
in balance to conform.
True nature of
reality,
How could we be so
blind.
Into our existence,
Brought forth from the night,
Thoughts becoming real,
We walk upon the light.
Our thoughts are so
imperfect,
and from them we
create.
From the work of our
plans,
and sweat of our
hands,
as the desires we
feel,
our hearts do make
real.
How creation came to
pass,
is not hard to
contemplate.
Into our existence,
Brought forth from the night,
Thoughts becoming real,
We walk upon the light.
If God’s thoughts are
perfect,
He then adds energy,
and energy makes
matter,
brought from the
latter,
Perhaps he spoke
creation,
for the heart’s
elation.
With free will beings
to be,
embracing all that
they see.
Into our existence,
Brought forth from the night,
Thoughts becoming real,
We walk upon the light.
Quantum thought
confounds,
in balance with
Relativity.
String Theory adds
dimensions,
more than I would
care to mention.
God went to lengths
to show,
truth we all need to
know.
Possibility has no
limits,
growing my faith
infinitely.
Into our existence,
Brought forth from the night,
Thoughts becoming real,
We walk upon the light.
