4D

A fantastic theoretical physicist named Leonard Suskind once wrote that it would be 

exceptional to find someone who could picture 4 dimensional reality.  I took that as 

a challenge.

The beauty of the world,

In three dimensions,

Is astounding to imagine,

Lakes and rivers,

Sky and mountains,

Spinning through sunshine.

That motion is doubled,

As the Earth circles the sun,

And grows in intensity,

With the sun on its journey,

Our galaxy in full flight.

These dimensions are but three,

The fourth vast in scope,

As time is traveled in distance,

Bringing a motion of change,

To all we know and see.

This can be pictured,

As waves upon the sea,

Mountains rise from below,

Building in stature,

Weathering with the weather,

And smoothing into shore.

Clouds portray time’s journey,

Building upon building,

Blossoming into beauty,

Or growing dark as storms,

As each of us chooses in heart,

Our shape through life’s path.

Yet the clouds are not temporary,

Nor are the ocean waves,

Once part of the ocean,

Above or below us,

They remain live in their moment,

Captured within time.

Souls are scattered in time,

The past and the future,

People walk upon this Earth,

Not seeing through Time’s barrier,

Yet real in quantum mystery,

They are the energy we feel.

Perfection may be realized,

As God reconciles all life,

Bringing time to an end,

Retaining beauty in forever,

Bringing all our souls reunion,

When the quantum veil will fall.

Beyond the Temporal

Where is the soul,

Within this world?

For it can not be measured,

Nor can it be seen,

Yet each soul manifests,

Through a living body.

So if our bodies are here,

Existing in the physical,

Then where do souls reside?

From a place beyond dimension,

God gives us each connection,

Through the touch of life.

So here we are then,

Seeking coffee in the morning,

To pay our bills before evening,

Passing each other in a second,

Each wondering what to feel,

And each asking ,“What is real?”

If our souls are not on Earth,

Where do they roam in dreams?

Reality as it seems,

Where time is out of place,

Giving time to ponder,

Existence outside space.

For all physical is energy,

And God is energy supreme,

With mind and heart perfection,

As we give miracles inspection,

Does not energy change energy?

And with God how perfectly.

We sometimes see a thing,

But was it really there?

A flash of shadow or feeling,

Can send our fears reeling,

When our realms come together,

At their weakest points.

So when we pass from here,

Should we then doubt or fear?

When God stands in all realms,

And we choose Him for life,

We are held safely from the Void,

With reality found in love.

Song of the Dead

With burdens lifted,

There is no more pain,

With our hearts lifted,

All sorrow is gone,

With spirits lifted,

Fellowshipping together,

Fellowshipping forever,

In joy with God.

Hear song of hope,

With words of learning,

No more yearning,

The world is turning,

Below and within,

Again and again,

For to be with him,

Is to be in love.

Looking from below,

Through cloud of pain,

We see the truth,

Far past our burdens,

We feel the promise,

Through sight of heart,

We know the truth,

Of free will blessing,

As the song rises,

Deep from our souls.

Our songs do meet,

Within the air,

As the birds dance,

Between the rhythms,

While the winds blow,

The string’s sweet tones,

For we do choose,

Wisely forever,

As other choice,

Brings silence.

Absolute

 Reality is often confused as only being that which can be seen.

From Pope John Paul II on April, 18, 1982:   "Yes, consecrated souls, among the people of this generation, who are so immersed in the relative, you must be voices that speak of the absolute."

Concrete,

Cities,

Sidewalks,

Lanes,

Cars,

Cycles,

Subways,

Trains.

Television,

Media,

Smartphones,

Connect,

Emotions,

Support,

Comfort,

Neglect.

Thunder,

Lightening,

Wind,

Waves,

Stars,

Forests,

Mountains,

Caves.

Money,

Power,

Fortune,

Fame,

Pursuit,

Material,

Wealth,

Gain.

The world is relative,

God is absolute.

Fear

Where there is no love, fear reigns.

Your footsteps sound an echo,

The rhythm is not quite right.

Motion follows vision,

Or just a trick of light.

Your shadow sticks nearby,

The normal one you see,

While whispers in the silence,

Confirm what cannot be.

Cold flows from the shadows,

Spreading across the floor,

Escaping an airless room,

Through barely open door.

No sound can now be heard,

The crickets stopped their song,

While the voice within your heart,

Warns all of this is wrong.

Shadows point to shadows,

As true within the night,

While yours behaves quite oddly,

Angled towards the light.

In passing your reflection,

Conscience may not think,

As eyes close for an instant,

Your image does not blink.

Ice fingers touch your skin,

As delicate as a dream,

And wordless sound falls from you,

Within a shattered scream.

For some doors once open,

Can never be closed again,

This world hides in plain sight,

What is seldom known by man.

Things which seem unreal,

Which never could be near,

Are often walking with you,

Much closer than your fear.

The Blood of Ghosts

When we give up in life,

despair reigns victorious.

Some grips take hold,

And never let go,

Like a vice upon the heart,

With no means of release,

Frozen fast unmoving,

Spreading chill from inside out,

Fear spawning doubt,

No light within the maze,

All exits are concealed,

As horror becomes revealed,

The shadows of life have limbs,

Hands spreading across the walls,

Endowed with sinuous claws,

Taking hold of those with heart,

All stilled within their grasp,

Arms and legs held fast,

The air is taken from sound,

Silent screams fall to the ground,

Without bodies they never rest,

Shadows latch upon the best,

Following with every step,

With every motion,

Every thought,

Till ice flows through the veins,

Life continues with stilled heart,

Removing difference from true death,

For despair is the blood of ghosts.

Entropy's Cradle

The spirit awakes,

Checking reflection,

Image within a shell,

Either male or female,

The world is a movie,

An image like projection,

In the energy of light,

We move and we stand.

Nothing is real,

Nothing will last,

Try not to feel,

Never hold fast,

Do not consider,

What may soon be,

All is undone,

In entropy.

In shouted whispers,

The voices combine,

A tapestry of thought,

Hanging in the air,

Some threads of relation,

A patch of business,

Like a vapor it passes,

Into the emptiness of air.

Nothing is real,

Nothing will last,

Try not to feel,

Never hold fast,

Do not consider,

What may soon be,

All is undone,

In entropy.

Eyes see through eyes,

An invisible connection,

Passing through the noise,

Passing to the souls,

With different charges,

Sparks will occur,

With thoughts incurred,

Through this door of life.

Nothing is real,

Nothing will last,

Try not to feel,

Never hold fast,

Do not consider,

What may soon be,

All is undone,

In entropy.

As souls connect,

Hearts are awakened,

Love is not forsaken,

For creation is fruition,

Of love from the heart,

Love to imagination,

Imagery to the hand,

Reality has a start.

Nothing is real,

Nothing will last,

Try not to feel,

Never hold fast,

Do not consider,

What may soon be,

All is undone,

In entropy.

Time is the measurement,

Of  temporary things,

As entropy commands,

This changing world,

Forcing us to hold fast,

To things that are true,

For love makes eternal,

Our thoughts and souls.

All things are real,

No future or past,

The truth you can feel,

Of what truly lasts,

Of thoughts from souls,

The soul’s love will be,

The fuel of forever,

Beyond entropy.

Who is The Doctor?

There is a traveler,

Of both time and space,

Known to civilizations,

With eternity in his eyes,

Known to many souls,

With fire in his heart,

Imagination without limit,

Impossibilities made possible,

Bringing hope to hopelessness,

Light is in his wake,

Life where death took hold,

The spark which makes fire,

Leaving fear far behind,

For fear comes from doubt,

Doubt will not cross his mind,

As dimensions pose no barrier,

And energy forms the key,

Reality forms from choices,

What is and what must be,

Yet this guardian of life,

And lord of all time,

Goes not by any name,

For what is in a name?

Save the promise of a soul,

The mission of a heart,

Where did this soul begin,

If life truly has no start?

As the Doctor he is known,

For his practice restores life,

Yet his true name is unknown,

Though chance his travels find,

The beginning of known time,

Where life came from a dream,

Unto the opening of eyes,

And entering therein,

For preservation of all,

He became part of life,

Through many different souls,

Walking every different land,

Unique and individual,

Yet with the burning passion,

The desire to inspire,

The bravery to pursue,

The love to protect,

All adding to perspective,

To the joy of who he is,

To the magic in all of us,

To all who feel this power,

I must ask, “Is it you?”

The Void

All matter is energy according to Einstein.
That energy is filled with empty space.
The only thing that fills the "empty" is creation.
When we let go of our gift of creation,
All that remains is the Void.

There is a gulf,

Between life and death,

A distance traveled,

Without moving,

Warmth removed,

Replaced by cold,

Death grip of ice,

Without motion,

In silent scream,

Eyes wide shut,

As the tomb is closed,

On imprisoned heart,
In the embrace of earth,
Upon the darkness of day,

Yet the truth of life,

Is in the spaces,

Reality formed,

In empty bonds,

Illusion born,

From atomic ghosts,

Energy bound,

With invisible hands,

Yet the sense of life,

Is within creation,

Love imagination,

In everything seen,

For creation is,

Sense from madness,

Foundation on nothing,

From which to breathe,

On road away,

From Creation’s beauty,

We tap on screens,

To drown the screams,

Lost in illusions,

While on deaf ears,

Life’s song does fall,

Our precious gift,

This human prize,

Slips through our fingers,

While minds are falling,

Into the gap,

The nothing of atoms,

Where there is no size,

No space,

No up,

No down,

No light,

No darkness,

Only madness,

Within the Void.

The Waters of Light

Color is never the same,

Wherever you may go,

Each place having character,

Singing under the sun,

For all light is like water,

Taking all that it touches,

Light takes on the leaves,

Traveling through the woods,

Light takes on the flowers,

As it touches every garden,

The rocks and the mountains,

Lend light their strength,

And the palette of colors,

Combines to form the song,

As the song of light in Europe,

Speaks of history and culture,

The art of living love,

And the style of loving life,

The light within America,

Is diversity in unison,

As many come together,

In forming something new,

While the light of the Orient,

Speaks of ancient secrets,

From the first beat of a heart,

Unto love surpassing time,

While the light from each star,

Contains a little of all things,

For it passes through the universe,

To touch our very souls,

And from the heart of God,

These waters pour to us,

Quenching every thirst,

As the heart sees all light.

The Continuum of Life

For my wife.

The stars in the sky are suns,

Fiery reflections of our souls,

All in connection together,

Suspended in the ocean of space,

All giving birth to each other,

Their elements given as blood,

Collapsing and igniting,

Forming the passion of light,

Radiating from a new life.

It takes many stars to form one,

And one star can lead to many,

As many lives come from one,

Descendants as stars upon Earth,

Yet many must lead to one,

From two parents with parents,

Four then becomes eight,

Doubling with every step,

For many lead to one.

One must be at the beginning,

Creating the first Adam and Eve,

Through generations and tales,

To the Eve now by my side,

All in connection together,

In a sea of life on Earth,

Separate by timelines and lands,

Yet all with souls eternal,

As stars shine beyond their times.

There are no ends to beginnings,

No beginning to our end,

Light never ceases from a star,

Even after it has gone dark,

Traveling across space and time,

In the same way as our hearts,

A picture of the truth of life,

An endless ocean of potential,

For there is only love.

Creation and Reality – A Concept of Faith and Physics

What is creation?  It is commonly defined as the action or process of bringing something into existence.  Many things have been brought into existence though people tend to take sides on how.  Some follow a scientific pattern of thought with great potential, and end up at a loss to consider what could have preceded the universe as we know it.  Others have the depth of spiritual insight to see that there was God at the beginning, but often end up concluding that the process is completely beyond comprehension.  It is common in life to mistake unasked questions for unobtainable answers, but it is not necessary.  A deeper understanding of creation as a process, or Creation as reality, can only lead to a deeper appreciation of the Creator.

Creation, when speaking of reality as we know it, is often misunderstood while the advancement of science has made incredible facts available to laypersons who have never studied the discipline intensely.  It is common knowledge that solid matter is composed of atoms, each with different structure according to the elements they form.  They all share a common structure made of subatomic particles.  Protons and neutrons form the nucleus, while electrons orbit at a high altitude.  Yet any atom is mostly empty space.  Try to imagine grains of sand orbiting the edges of a football field, with a pinhead located at dead center.  Now look at the cement or flooring under where you are right now, and see it as the mostly empty space for which it really is.

All of this sounds seemingly impossible, but Einstein's famous formula of E=MC2 has been with us for nearly a century now.  The meaning of it is that matter and energy are the same thing.  If you could do an experiment of heating water in a special sealed pot, which has been done in laboratories, you will find that the heat energy added to the water and the pot actually adds a minute amount of weight.  That is because energy has mass as Einstein determined.  

The beginning of creative action is thought.  Whether thought is considered as the inspiring imaginative power of our souls, or electrical impulses in our brains, thought is energy.  When we see a concept in our minds, we carry forth processes that if seemingly sound, we put into physical action.  We work with our hands and materials to make our thoughts become reality.  We run into obstacles and difficulty.  The cars, homes, and technology all around us are proof that those obstacles can be overcome as all of these things were once merely thoughts.  When the passion of our hearts is put into use, any obstacles can be overcome with perseverance and time.  Yet we are imperfect, weak, and with limited understanding as human beings.  God suffers no such limitations.

If thought is energy, then the thoughts of God in His perfection are therefore examples of perfect energy.  If God is all powerful, then that energy of thought would not require physical assistance to manifest into reality, as our thoughts always do.  If matter is energy, and thought is energy, then nothing could stop God's all powerful creative thought from becoming reality.   In that sense, the accounts of Genesis where God speaks Creation into existence are perfectly reasonable and logical accounts of the birth of reality and the universe as we know it. 

It takes faith to create, or to see God’s creative power in its true beauty.  Faith is knowledge of things unseen, it is not hope or wishing.  We know where our homes lie at the ends of the roads we commute.  We know the sun will rise after the night.  We should also know that all things are possible in God’s will and way.  We know that God is there for us no matter how we feel.  Knowing the true beauty of His Creation is knowing His heart more, and making that more a part of our lives.  What we see with our eyes may appear to contradict this knowledge of the heart, but in this way we should rejoice knowing nothing is impossible.

The Lights of Yad Vashem

There is a place like no other,

Surrounded by the stars,

Each one a candle flame,

Each star having a name,

Beyond the doorway it lies,

Portal to a different dimension,

Where children laugh together,

Drawing my heart to attention.

Holding the rail in darkness,

I step forward into space,

Stars above and below me,

Each one seems to know me,

Some near and some far,

As I hear each give name,

As a heart is beating joy,

Within the candle flame.

Here I can walk with them,

Where they can feel my heart,

They are in memory with love,

For the rage of war took them,

Each one a gift of love,

Each one removed in pain,

A million and a half remembered,

And hatred is to blame.

I walk with hand on the rail,

Their hands are on my shoulder,

I know what brought them here,

Their memory of pain is over,

Each light flickers with laughter,

For they laugh in love in Heaven,

Our hearts dance this field of stars,

Amidst the lights of Yad Vashem.

Lost Within The Noise

This was one of those times I did not know 

what to write, I just felt like I should.

Lost within the noise,

I can hear the music,

In between the notes,

Lies the best melody.

When there is no sound,

My heart is full of rhythm,

For love is the conductor,

Of this great symphony.

Sounds of pain bring sorrow,

Though pain is not loss,

As things are stripped away,

What remains is strong.

It is in sorrow we find joy,

It is in weakness we find strength,

For when we are teaching,

We learn as students of life.

Truth is a deafening sound,

When all lies still in silence,

And is the one still by your side,

When all others have gone.

The one still holding you,

Hand outstretched from Heaven,

As understanding is made clear,

With vision from the heart.

In nothing lies all things,

Having everything though without,

Being filled from far within,

For infinity just begins,

As fingers touch fingertips,

And life falls from trembling lips,

From great beyond found in the heart,

Where forever first finds its start.

The Light and The Darkness

Once again I had no idea what to write or if I should.

This is just me picking up the pen, and what comes through

just comes through.  I hope you find it interesting and respond.

Is darkness the reality?

Filled with points of light?

Or are the stars each a pinhole,

To a brighter realm beyond?

Light beholds truth,

For our eyes to see,

But there are truths unseen,

That the heart may clearly know.

We walk upon uncertainty,

For the ground may shake,

And the sky may fall,

As we seek our ways home.

Yet certainty prevails,

We each have each other,

With a heart as proof to bind us,

And faith that concurs all.

You must embrace the darkness!

See it as opportunity!

What better place to shine a light,

That leads us safely home?

Beyond the Veil

Science reveals a cosmos of infinite possibility.
Why then is there only one of each of us?

Where are we?

And what defines a universe?

The meaning expands forever,

With multiple dimensions,

Removing boundaries of space,

Where universes may multiply,

Beyond the speed of light,

Unreachable with travel,

By mechanisms physical,

Yet visited in thought,

When imaginations fly,

Yet if everything is possible,

Within a cosmos of infinity,

Is it really possible,

For things to happen only once?

Yet there is only one of each of us,

Unique beings of conscious thought,

With emotions fueling passion,

We grasp and hold the stars,

For understanding is imperfect,

As String Theory lies undefined,

Yet no definition stands,

Explaining what is life,

And much lies undefined,

As we can not see all things,

Beyond the veil of sight.

Past the universe’s walls,

And beyond sub-atomic size,

With no limits big or small,

In an energy continuum,

We are in freefall in our song,

For life is exploration,

And love the key to sight,

Unlocking hearts to see,

The source beyond the veil.