Teardrops of Time

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. 

For Stephen Hawking

 In spaces between the day and the night, 

 He traveled beyond dark matter and light, 

 Traveling to places he could not reach, 

 Returning with knowledge the world to teach, 

 When the physical took the time from his clock, 

 He vowed with his mind he would not stop, 

 Expounding reality beyond our dreams, 

 Earning respect and the world’s  esteem,

 And looking into the vacuum of space, 

 He found energy in every place, 

  Finding in faith what the eye could not see, 

 With his mind defying what could not be, 

 Fabric of space bending, 

 Time never ending, 

 From particles to dimensions, 

 From thoughts to intentions, 

 Exploring, 

 Imploring, 

 Believing

 Receiving, 

 And if energy cannot be destroyed or created, 

 In this final thought I am elated, 

 Our friend the Explorer a gift did give, 

 Through our hearts he continues to live. 

The Veil of Time

 

Time is the perception of space, 

Measuring speed crossing distance.

 Without the perception of space, 

 Time could not exist. 

 Crossing between old and new, 

 Traveling between right and left, 

 Yet if in physics there is no size, 

 Then travel occurs in thought. 

 Thought creates the boundaries, 

 Between the lines of time. 

 For thought would fall apart, 

 In seeing all states present at once.

 Human eyes cannot see, 

 What is not first seen in the mind..

 Yet all that was and will be, 

 Was first conceived in thought. 

 All things created were thought of, 

 And thought is where all things are born.

 All of reality is Creation.

 Which could not exist without the Creator.

 Our breath holds balance against the vacuum, 

 As we rocket through space against the stars. 

 Our universe of pictures creates thought, 

 While thoughts manifest in pictures. 

 Retreating to the world of thought, 

 There is no acknowledgment of time. 

 When a day of joy passes in minutes, 

 And moments of terror last forever. 

 The heart stands immune to time, 

 Through the unbound strength of love. 

 Within that eternal realm, 

 Hearts in heaven and in Earth are one. 

 Life turns the pages of time, 

 Making illusion seem real through change. 

 Yet as change measures time in our thoughts, 

 The things that are true stay the same.

 Separation through space is illusion, 

 If in physics size does not exist. 

 In this way space, time and thought, 

 Are held as one in the hand of God. 

Exponentially

 What is seen comes from the unseen, 

 In the birth of a star from darkness,

 And the birth of a child from love, 

 Yet energy cannot be created, 

 Simply there are changes in form, 

 As it does find its way home, 

 Coming from God above. 

  The solid ground which is beneath us, 

 Which grants illusion of confidence, 

 Is made of atoms as thin as the air, 

 Yet the energy which holds up our feet, 

 Creates a balance of states, 

 Holding us in place, 

 With everything on Earth to bear. 

 Yet ever more powerful, 

 And mysterious all the same, 

 Is the energy flow between souls, 

 With forces measured by faith, 

 Through time love stands the test, 

 Unbound by life or death, 

 It is the only force keeping us whole. 

 Energy will enhane energy,

  In physics as well as life, 

 For a smile turns a spark into a flame, 

 And a word of strength one shared, 

 Is cherished by the heart, 

 Glifts of time we may impart, 

 Which never leave a soul the same. 

 Strings of energy spam the universe, 

 Without giving regard to time, 

 Such is the energy between hearts, 

 If one life inspires another, 

 The other gives several soul hope,

One of those conveys hope to the world, 

 And you are where this all got its start. 

Beyond Time and Distance

 Our power to resolve is limited, 

 The smaller an object is, 

 More power is needed to see it, 

 The more we use such power, 

 The easier the object is destroyed,

 Opening a truth to physical reality, 

 There are no limits too small and large, 

 Thus there is no such thing as size, 

 And if there is no such thing as size, 

 There is no such thing as distance. 

 Within our physical illusion, 

 Time is needed to cross distance, 

 Yet if distance is not real, 

 Our illusion is one of change, 

 Yet in our world of changing, 

 We except that God is everywhere, 

 Yet perhaps in all his power, 

 He has traveled everywhere at once, 

 But within our limited strength, 

 We have been to many places, 

 So if we remove the factor of time, 

 We are seen in many places at once. 

 In this we visit the spiritual, 

 Perfected passed our physical weakness, 

 When we touch the face of God, 

 Upon leaving the bounds of earth, 

 Travel would be a thought, 

 Without lumbering our physical bodies, 

 Unbound by times constraint, 

 In the unlimited power of love. 

 In this we see the truth, 

 Though trapped by our own senses,

 In this our three dimensions, 

 Unable to see the parallels, 

 Where God’s heart sings in love, 

 Where life and death are meaningless, 

 And love has bound all souls, 

 Where there are no boundaries, 

 To imagination or love, 

 And in the song of life, 

 Impossibility fades away. U

Irma

People ask where God is when these things happen.

The answer is within us waiting on our freedom of will.

Darkness is opportunity for live to shine.

What will you choose to do?

They said it was coming,

The indescribable dark,

A howling tempest,

To leave its mark,

The monster expected,

But what would it be?

Are we do fight it,

Or do we just flee?

The island of beauty,

With water surrounded,

The seas have been rising,

Our souls are impounded,

A prison of water,

To come in the night,

It is the unseen,

Which causes great fright.

The last people left,

We were left behind,

Our families to safety,

We seek what to find,

Strong ropes to bind us,

To swaying palm trees,

The tide come to take us,

Is well past our knees.

The shelters are shattered,

By force of the wind,

Men tied to the trees,

Holding fast till the end,

Sand sparking in the gale,

As the winds build up higher,

The air lighting all around us,

Has become electric fire.

Now the water builds up,

Covering the mainland shore,

Not one thing appearing,

Appears as before,

On the street below us,

A homeless man roams,

But the wave tops fly inland,

Turning the air into foam.

In a place past the eye wall,

Some rush out to repair,

The silence smothering,

The birds of the air.

Wind returning full force,

Blindsiding from the wall,

And with debris taking flight,

My comrade’s life falls.

In the wake of afterwards,

People walk like in a dream,

Too tired to cry,

Too worn out to scream.

Water logged walls,

Left by roofless homes,

Not knowing where to begin,

For help they do roam.

Time

 A moment is captured, 

 In the eye of the heart, 

 For when moments pass, 

 Barriers arise, 

 Invisible to the eyes, 

 The moment disappears, 

 In between then and now. 

 Time energy travels,

 Both in particles and waves, 

 As each wave crests,

 Moments are lost in the troughs,

 Time particles piercing through, 

 Those moments display in memories, 

 They live forever in  each heart. 

We pierce through this veil,

 As a bird pierces through the water, 

Pulling forth each catch,

As we pull moments from time,

Glimpsing each moment's snapshot,

 The way God sees all of time clearly, 

 For He is immune to change. 

 Change defines who we are, 

 Yet reality would destroy our minds, 

 Without time's separation of moments, 

 Upon this staging ground of Earth,

 Where we can set good things in motion, 

 Which can add to the beauty of Heaven,

 While we find meaning in who we are. 

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.

Distance

Distance is the time,

It takes to traverse space,

Yet time is an invention,

Created to measure change,

Velocity is required,

To change place in space,

Yet position and velocity,

Won't measure at the same time.

Yet distance implies size,

Which does not exist in physics,

Though we can only see,

What we can resolve,

Yet it takes energy to see,

Which is the same as matter,

Which Einstein understood,

In his most famous equation.of all.

So what is the matter,

If matter is the same as energy,

As energy adds weight,

To all things with mass?

It is that all things are particles,

Made of energy rotating in strings,

Connected at each end,

To yet other strings of energy.

So as all things are formed,

Of energy in structure,

With energy between them,

In what is seen as empty space,

Then there can be no real distance,

As there is always real connection,

It is if as all things,

Are always face to face.

This is why two hearts together,

Never can be separated,

Even when they are standing,

On continents apart,

For the energy connecting,

Every one of us and God,

Is exactly the reason why,

I can feel your heart.

The Light of Death

 Imagine a light, 

 Which feeds the darkness, 

 Imagine a light, 

 From the crushing of life, 

 Within a dark star,

 Where physics is lost, 

 With gravity so great, 

 Nothing can escape, 

 With gravity so great, 

 Nothing survives.  

 There is a place, 

 Where reality ends,

 There is a place, 

 Time slows to a stop, 

 When matter comes in, 

 Dark energy leaves, 

 Through space and time, 

 Radiating out, 

Eating through time,

Winding down.

 This energy of entropy,
 Is it the reason for time?
 This energy of entropy,
 Is it the cause of change?
 Trees rising and falling,
 Lives beginning and ending,
 Where souls take shape,
 Standing on the edge of forever,
 Where  souls take shape,
 Upon this temporal stage.

 There is a great force,
 Countering energy of change,
 There is a force,
 Against which nothing can stand,
 For the meaning of love,
 Is letting go of fear,
 It is the beginning of creation,
 From which reality flows,
  It is the beginning of creation,
 Overcoming death itself.

 Love is true light,
 Only coming from the heart,
 Love is true life,
 Only seen from the heart,
 Bending the laws of physics,
 Changing the rules of time,
 Life becomes renewed,
 From the force that never falters,
 Life becomes renewed,
 Outshining the light of death.

Absolute Zero

 Within the absence, 

 We are embraced by darkness, 

Within the absence,

  We are held by the cold, 

 On an island of life, 

 Surrounded by asphyxiation, 

 Where the darkness begins, 

 Heartbeats end. 

 Within the energy, 

 We are embraced by light,

 Within the energy, 

 We are held in warmth, 

 Transference of light, 

 From the radiation of heat, 

 And there is nothing hotter, 

 Then the fire of the heart. 

 Within the sorrow, 

 We are embraced by loss,

 Within the sorrow, 

 All hope departs,

 Illusions become addictive, 

 In the spiraling down, 

 As the soul tries to think, 

 There is no reason to fight. 

 Within the mind, 

 We are embraced by wisdom,

 Within the mind, 

 We are held by truths, 

 In indomitable darkness, 

 There is still warmth,

 Then we cannot feel it, 

 There is still light, 

 Though it be too dim to see. 

 Within the universe, 

We are embraced by change,

 Within the universe, 

 We are held in confusion, 

 There are no constants,

 Except for God, 

 Even at absolute zero, 

 Energy thrives. 

 Within each particle, 

Embraced by zero point energy, 

 Within each particle, 

 There is viberation of life,

 The quantum fluctuation, 

 Between position and velocity, 

 Fills each point in space, 

 With the energy of mass. 

 Within each circumstance, 

Embraced by hopelessness,

 Within each circumstance, 

 We are held in the truth of love, 

 The moment never is final, 

 There is nothing conclusive, 

 For wherever there is life, 

 There is only love. 

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. 

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. 

Infinite Simplicity

 There is no beginning, 

 And there are no endings, 

 For everything is energy, 

 Neither destroyed nor created, 

 Appearing as matter and light, 

 Giving means to touch the world. 

 Emotions are energy, 

 Chemical electrical impulses, 

 Waves created by the soul, 

 In colors seen by the heart, 

 Affecting the energy around us, 

 Encouraging waves to come in. 

 Worry begets worry, 

 About things that may happen, 

 Charging the air with anxiety, 

 Potentially drawing issues closer, 

 Perhaps the heart of Murphy's Law, 

 A cycle which may be broken. 

 Love creates confidence, 

 Sending thoughts into motion, 

  Seeing the end from the beginning, 

 Knowing both are mere illusion, 

 For reality is a constant, 

 Within  eternity's  embrace.

 Can you reach through the dimensions, 

 With out using your hand? 

 For your hand can only touch, 

 A flake of what is real, 

 While the expanse of possibility, 

 Is visible only to the heart.

The Walls of Reality

 

Through the eyes,

Burning image into stone,

Rules of reality,

Fade into dust,

Energy unto energy,

Through walls of reality,

Reason fades away,

Where love stands strong.

One life fades away,

Song sinks into song,

As a face slides beneath waters,

Silenced under the waves,

Yet silence is the scream,

With voice carried beyond the stars,

And a life not touching others,

Finds contact through the heart.

There is a crack in reality,

Stretching beyond the infinite,

Where the light of every universe,

Shines through brighter than the sun,

Time connecting past and future,

Walking hand in hand with present,

For where the eye closes to sunlight,

All light is truly seen.

That crack runs through the heart,

From which all energy flows,

Giving the heart true vision,

To see beyond time and space,

Where boundaries only beckon,

To defy rules of engagement,

Embracing the scope of possibility,

In the question unanswered.