Requirements

 It all depends on what you are looking for.

I wrote this walking to this place, perhaps it was what I was looking for.

The canvas I hold is nothing,
Without the colors to paint a scene.
The palette you hold is nothing,
Without the canvas to show the dream.

The sun would be cold dark gas,
Without a spark to ignite the flame,
A spark could never last,
Without fuel to carry the flame.

The salt of the earth would explode,
If only the sodium were there,
With the poison of chloride unchecked,
None would survive to care.

Without change there could be no time,
As there would be no differences to measure,
Yet the difference teaches beauty to hearts,
In choosing beauty there is Heaven to treasure.

Spatial dimensions teach us perspective,
Though we can only see a trace,
The infinite confounds us,
Only time can limit space.

Time is an illusion,
The physical breeds confusion,
When lost from true perspective,
Concealing truth's objective,
With each other near and far,
Tracking towards the Infinite,
Here we discover who we are.