Pain

 Pain is a fundamental, 

 A live component of the universe, 

 A continuum of changing force,

 This can be seen among the stars. 

 Those  stars burn of different colors, 

 For when low on the fire of life, 

 They collapse in finding new heat,

 Fusing new elements from afar. 

 Some stars collapse igniting in torment, 

  Rip apart in explosions of light, 

 Casting their elements as energy not lost, 

 Becoming new worlds born in new light.

 For energy is not lost  within our circumstance, 

 Though the pounding  may drain us within, 

 As we wonder why the sunrise brings trials, 

 That we may bring our grief to God in the night. 

 Creation comes only of pain, 

 For it is pain that fuels passion to pursue, 

 And we discover new ways to reach the goal, 

 Never seeing the true end from where we begin.

 It is new elements that comprise, 

 The new  worlds from our hearts, 

 And through the agonies of birth, 

 This comes from within. 

 There is no love without pain, 

 Laughter comes from times of trial, 

    Tears mark recovery's trail,

 Nightmares clear the path to dreams. 

 Within this process of living, 

  See the universe and all of its glory, 

 Watch the pain of creation bring unfolding, 

 The illusion of suffering is not what it seems. 

The Girl in The Mirror

 Sleeping through the night, 

 Is a forgotten pleasure, 

 Sleeping through the night, 

 A sensation unknown. 

 For the nightmare will come, 

 I can no longer stop it,

 For the girl will come, 

 So lost and alone. 

 And I hear it again, 

 The soft sobbing at midnight, 

 To the mirror again, 

 Where she is cold and alone. 

 She draws her hands from her eyes, 

 And reaches out for me, 

 In another place, 

 She is lost far from home. 

 And then she cries out,

 Screaming in terror, 

 And then she cries out, 

 It is too loud to hear. 

 I must cover my ears, 

 As I cannot bear the pain, 

 And then the mirror cracks, 

 As I collapse in fear. 

 I must break this cycle, 

 And I must solve the mystery, 

 Awaiting till midnight,

 For her face to return. 

 When I blinked did I see her,

 Or is this just madness? 

 As I blink she is staring, 

 And awaits my return. 

 And so I turn to the light switch, 

 Flipping it faster, 

  In the strobing light tension,

She is there holding fast.

Then this ghost of an image,

Thrusts her hand forward,

In a scream of pure terror,

She breaks through the glass.

 I awake from the darkness, 

 Lying sprawled on the tile, 

 Looking up towards the mirror, 

 Which is broken no more. 

 Yet where her hand was, 

 There is blood on the mirror, 

 And from not long ago, 

 As it runs towards the floor. 

 I must find a way, 

 To break through this madness, 

 Or to find a way to her, 

 If she is really there. 

 I must shatter the mirror, 

 At midnight tonight, 

 If there is even a chance, 

 Then to take it I dare.

 I have her fluttering image, 

 As I do flicker the light, 

 And a way to break through, 

 I now hold in  my hand.

 This night with a broomstick, 

 I shattered this glass of fears, 

 Then I knew nothing more, 

 Things did not go as planned. 

 In the morning I awoke, 

 With no mirror confirming, 

 That something did happen, 

 And my story is true. 

  There was laid on my chest, 

 A single rose with a note, 

 It did not say who she was, 

 The note just said Thank You.

 In this world of dimensions, 

 Where time and space meet,

 I can imagine there are moments, 

 When the fabric is weak. 

 Who knows of her story, 

 Or what must be true, 

 Perhaps at such a moment, 

 She must have fell through. 

 Who could but imagine, 

 All that God has in mind, 

 Yet he does not forget anyone, 

 And so she I did find. 

 God does not forget me, 

 God does not forget you, 

 Always remember this truth, 

 No matter what you go through. 

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Traveling Through Time

 A week from now I reflected, 

 On the things I will do yesterday,

 Waiting until the morning, 

 I watch the sunset, 

 Exploring the universe without, 

 I find out who I am.

 The stars that we visit, 

 They orbit the world, 

 And when I close my eyes, 

 I see the stars, 

 With the infinite possibility, 

 Being only the beginning. 

 We dance amidst the time streams, 

 Splashing water of the moments, 

 Each moment forming a universe, 

 To begin a new stream, 

 Each moment a decision, 

 Changing reality's beauty. 

 For reality is souls, 

 Whether they are past or present, 

 Separated from our sight,

 By a time line wall's perception, 

 Yet we saught them through our hearts, 

 So we could meet them face-to-face. 

 For our travel is but a method, 

 Breaking down illusion's walls, 

 For those who walked or will walk,

 Are here with us today, 

 Though out of our hands reach, 

 Bonded through the heart. 

 So our travels become clear, 

 Breaking the bounds of time and space, 

 We reach out between the stars, 

 Touching other lives with love, 

 For in seeing through other eyes, 

 We can know and own the universe. 

Absolute

For my friend John

I remember my days performing whitewater rescues.   Most would imagine that the difficulty would be in getting the rope to the person in the water, in order to rescue him or her. The real challenge was to get that person to be aware  of the solution, in spite of all of the noise of distraction in the immediate situation. Many times in life we face the same  issue until we come to a place of silence, peace, or focus and allow the solution to come to us.

 Absolutes are a necessity, 

 For truth to be found, 

 For meaning to be known, 

 And for life to be lived, 

 For there must be foundation, 

 To take a stand, 

 There must be a foothold, 

 To take a step, 

 Without such confidence, 

 The heart sees confusion, 

 Doubt leads unto fear, 

 And the heart seeks illusions,

 Yet without foundations, 

 The  mind sinks in darkness, 

 Heart embraced  by the abyss, 

 The soul plummets into Hell.

  Both heat and moisture, 

 Are required to make weather, 

 Without the presence of both, 

 Only wind may remain, 

 Yet with both in place, 

 The combinations are endless, 

 And prediction becomes an art, 

 To foresee hail mixed with rain,

 While to see requires light, 

 As light is made of photons, 

 Being there and around us, 

 Even when It is too weak to see, 

 It is energy converted, 

 As heat energy releases, 

 Abating the darkness, 

 Bringing peace to our eyes. 

 For our eyes see creation, 

 Creation requires a creator, 

 A creator requires appreciation, 

 Through the creation of love, 

 Proving truth and consequence, 

 Showing right clear from wrong, 

 As the fruit of both actions, 

 Will bring either joy or pain, 

 Though energy is not created, 

 One form leads to another, 

 As with love risking pain, 

 Through sacrifice in action, 

 Creates bonds between souls, 

 Forming strength to overcome, 

 Defying death through life lived, 

 For God's love is absolute. 

Time Wave

 Gravity waves in space, 

 Once being undetectable, 

 Compressing and stretching reality, 

 Have been impossible to perceive,

 As a two percent stretch of the road, 

 Would be accompanied in hand, 

 By a two percent stretch in one's stride.

 As time is a kindred spirit,

With a nature like gravity and light,

 Such waves may come and go, 

 As days seem longer or shorter, 

 As there is no rhyme or reason, 

  In how currents are felt in this river, 

 Who's flow is purely illusion. 

 For there is no meaning to time, 

 In the things not subject to change, 

 Which is why we look into the eyes, 

 Of the soulmate standing beside us, 

 Faintly conscious of the passing of years, 

 Unable to see its presence, 

 Except in astonishing pictures of the past. 

 Outside of this bending of image, 

 Stands God unyielding to time, 

 With our pasts and futures before him, 

 Like photos upon the same table, 

 Seeing our free will choices tomorrow, 

 Before we encounter that sunrise, 

 Within this movie screen of change. 

 As energy pushes upon energy, 

 Strong gravity affects the course of time, 

 As does the energy of love, 

 Which binds two souls together, 

 Making each moment become a universe, 

 A timeless expense of joy, 

 Lost in each other's hearts. 

 When the wave of love becomes infinite, 

  Life force burst forth from God's heart, 

 Our spirits will be perfected, 

 Within reality made perfect in peace, 

 The time wave slows to a stop,

  As what we pictured in love becomes real, 

 The purpose of the heart fulfilled. 

Truth of Thought

Creation is only thought, 

 Molded into form, 

 Taking shape in reality, 

 Through imagination and passion, 

 Just energy impulses in the mind, 

 Yet so much more in the soul, 

 And with energy from the heart, 

 They become something real. 

 For energy is heart,

 Being the emotion of reality, 

 Being the music of all matter, 

 For the physical world is of notes, 

 Things of mass made of energy, 

 What atoms truly are, 

  Composed of mostly empty space, 

 Held together by only love. 

 And now I sit beside the street, 

 On the world once made by God, 

 Near a road of human hands, 

 Filled with people riding wheels, 

 Riding on the dreams of others, 

 Who took mostly empty space, 

 And formed that into cars, 

 Changing our world and life forever. 

 We are just learning of this energy, 

 Scratching the surface of true nature, 

 Which takes nothing away from God, 

 Only taking his full splendor, 

 Shining light on this true glory, 

 Growing closer unto Him,

With our eyes wider in amazement,

 In all we truly have. 

 So with all manner of problems, 

 And tribulations that befall us, 

 We can never stand idle, 

 Once knowing true potential, 

 We can never lose our hope, 

 Against the scope of possibility, 

 For the true meaning of love, 

 Is letting go of fear. 

Mirror Of The Stars

 From over the microphone, 

 I see through the darkness.

 In the solo of strings, 

 I see your lights appearing. 

 Surrounding my stage, 

 Is this ocean of souls. 

  Amidst thousands of lights, 

 My thoughts run wild. 

 Amidst thousands of souls, 

 The truth is bestowed. 

 This roof hangs beneath, 

 The great canopy of night. 

 Balls of fire burn endless,

 Against a river of black. 

 Systems spinning in a dance, 

 Within the grace of galaxies, 

 In all of its splendor,

 It is just a reflection. 

 Within its endless magic, 

 It mirrors the souls within this song. 

 Just like the stars, 

 You burn with different colors. 

 With the fire of love, 

 You heat the cold of space. 

 As is with the planets, 

 Some are surrounded by children. 

 For with the gravity of souls, 

 Families are born in love. 

 Within the vision of the song, 

 All of this is clearly shown. 

 For the song proceeded me, 

 And plays beyond my beating heart. 

 This song knows no beginning, 

 As it will never see an end. 

 For time is an illusion, 

 Giving opportunity to lives. 

 Space is only the distance, 

 In reaching other souls. 

 Dimension is the acoustics, 

 Within which the music plays.

The Trick of Darkness

 Darkness is the trick of the light, 

 An illusion of physics in nature, 

 As every atom not completely cold, 

 Releases heat in the form of photons, 

 Making even the darkest of nights, 

 A dazzling display for the soul. 

 Darkness is a trick of emotion, 

 As any heart given the space of peace, 

 Feels the precious breath of God, 

 Imparting the strength of love,

 Within darkness no greater comfort, 

 Becoming the steadfast joy of faith. 

 For there is no colorless environment, 

 Only colors human eyes cannot see,

 As the mind comprehends many,

 And the soul is aware of the infinite, 

 For there are no hopeless endings, 

 When the heart sees all through love. 

 For this is the meaning of truth, 

 As no words contain all truth of meaning, 

 Since our hands only extend a few feet, 

 And reality extends forever, 

 Our souls not limited by sight, 

 See all through the light of love. 

Fire of Creation

Reality,

Scope of everything,

  Energy in form,

Canvas of stars and planets,

With this world to stand on,

In wordless contemplation,

While our hearts sing.

 Emotion is energy,

Burning hotter than the sun,

Within the physical world,

Love born force of creation,

Changing the rigidly bound,

Like clay within loving hands,

Allowing the soul to sing.

Thought is a doorway,

Seeing the world of the past,

Foreseeing the future through love,

A four dimensional projection,

Energy forming imagery ideals,

So we may form the energy of matter,

The clay God gave us to shape.

We become the shapers of souls,

In seeing what others may be,

Images more beautiful in the heart,

While our words and actions give shape,

To what that person may become,

As the power of will reciprocates,

And we grow more beautiful in return.

The storms will always come,

Washing beach sand from gold doubloons,

The fires will always come,

Revealing what can never burn,

The cold will always come,

Revealing the beauty of warmth,

For love is the fire of creation.