Time is a measurement,
Giving the illusion of control,
A metering of reality,
To make sense in our minds,
The measure of entropy,
In an imperfect world,
Where the only continuum,
Is the constant of change.
The only real change,
Comes from the craft of creation,
Where things of the mind,
Become things of the world,
From the energy of thought,
And the work of our hands,
Through the doorway of the heart,
To be born beneath the stars.
All thought is energy,
All matter is energy,
The difference between the two,
Is the veil of doubt in our minds,
Torn asunder by the heart,
Letting the light of truth through,
Sparking Creation’s birth,
In the magic of life.
This light of experience,
Shines through all things,
A homeless mother’s eyes,
On this her little girl’s birthday,
Painting her joy onto my words,
Through the light of her heart,
Under the clouds that we share,
Outside of your door.
Experiences are things,
Gifts of timeless love,
Moments from the heart,
Alive through the eternity of love,
Moments from the heart,
Adding to the ocean of life,
Just like tear drops of time,
Into eternity.
