How We Think

 The complexity of the mind, 

 He's a wonder beyond compare. 

 Energies upon energy, 

Enfolded in beauty,

 Enshrined within a temple, 

 Our window to everywhere. 

 A physical organ,

 Hiding behind each face,

 Though all things physical, 

 Particles bound by touch of light, 

 Holding hands across the void, 

 Are mostly empty space. 

 These particles each have spin, 

 Right or left determine charge, 

 Charges building impulses, 

 In order and in beauty, 

 Sending control through the spine, 

 Chosen actions yours and mine. 

 Yet there is so much more, 

 There is the mind we cannot see. 

 There is a soul outside of dimensions, 

 For there is nothing to measure here, 

 Held between the heart and the mind, 

 It is all that is truly dear. 

 Eternal energy bound within energies, 

 Attuned to the spirit winds,

 Born within the heart of God, 

 For nothing else could make such things,

 Yet things have a common fate of ending, 

 Whereas our souls only begin. 

 With all these energies within us, 

 We sell amidst a sea of thought, 

 Connected with a universe of souls, 

 Bonded with a kiss to the heart of God, 

 Thoughts of love flow to the Song of Life,

 Energy from our hearts unto the whole.

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. 

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. 

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.

The Weight of Thought

“The eye can never free what is real, from the throbbing of human time.”

- St. John Paul II from his poem, “Proper Weight”.

Within each person,

Resides something shapeless,

Without form or color,

With all colors and forms,

Loud within its silence,

Without measure in simplicity.

This is something,

Beginning from nothing,

Becoming all things,

The thought residing in us,

Becoming life from us,

Melting light into truth.

Nothing captures this immensity,

Which each soul faces alone,

While trying to express in words,

Exposing glimpses with shards of light,

And all of the colors of the world,

Form a fraction of the palette of thought.

Thought is formed of energy,

As rock is only energy,

Two opposing wills of force,

Resisting blows received,

Until the fire of the heart,

Bends the rock beneath the mind.

Yet the rock is but an image,

Seeming solid in its strength,

Simplicity bonded in energy,

Which yields to the human hand,

As the image within the mind,
Grapples further with the soul.

And yet the rock is one of many,

Among an ocean of human souls,

Forming currents upon this rock,

Warmed in space of the circling sun,

Spinning accurately through the infinite,

Of a thought within God’s mind.

Thought is only energy,

As energy is mass in motion,

Mass in motion carries weight,

Weight deepens wells of perspective,

Drawing the soul within the solitude,

That we may find ourselves.

The Tenth Die

 

In his hands the dice were rolled,

Seemingly random as if a game,

Each die taking shape of thought,

Every one rolling its will unto His,

Dimensions in His hands cast forth,

Three were rolled for the physical world,

Another three for Heaven's perfect realm,

And also another place taking form,

The only place without Him,

Freedom within the physical,

Creating creation in the game given,

Walking to and from without thinking,

Walking without realizing the unseen,

Stepping through the same space as others,

Others stepping through us unseen,

The tenth die was lost for a time,

Lost until sin entered into the world,

And at that time He released time,

Thrown from His hand into ours,

A gift released to us in love,

As the tenth die once lost was thrown,

And as it was meant to be,

The tenth die will be taken up.

The Infinate Singularity

 How is a universe like a life?

Without dimension or light,

Infinite potential,

All history contained,

Reality pours forth,

In an explosion of light,

All directions explored,

In harmonic symphony,

Filled with mystery,

In voids of darkness,

Yet the voids are a shroud,

Concealing dimensions,

To the three we perceive.

Yet such is a life,

An explosion of creation,

Self willed inspiration,

Setting into motion,

Forever’s being,

With much unseen,

Through voids of purpose,

Though the heart is in motion,

With meaning becoming clear,

In the reflection of our universe,

Which does differ from a life,

As our universe may have bo

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.