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.

The Elastic Ruler

When do we awake?

Where do we sleep?

For when we sleep,

Hours are but seconds,

And when we awake,

Moments turn to hours,

So is time measured,

As we measure distance?

For a mile is a mile,

How often traveled,

Yet distance is arbitrary,

In considering time,

Our view is in relation,

To the rhythm of the Earth,

As the sun falls and rises,

While we travel round her,

Our view is an illusion,

Obscured by entropy,

As we measure decay,

In our world and in us,

For life is like a room,

We can see the wall before us,

Yet by looking through the window,

The whole room is seen at once,

If God is looking in on time,

He sees our free will actions,

Long before we decide to act,

Knowing the true beauty of living,

Paints a picture without end,

So behold the young lady,

Standing before you in beauty,

When sixty years pass by,

Has her beauty really changed?

She stands as lovely as always,

Yet to see past time’s illusion,

Takes the power of vision,

That is only in the heart,

Which sees life clearly,

For all of our lives are one,

Which is a truth so easily seen,

As one life effects another,

Whom travels beyond the shore,

For behold the English farmer,

Loved within his village,

He touched his son with life,

Who then took it forth to others,

Reaching many more in music,

The many affect each other,

Along with influence of others,

And the others who lived before,

Have never really departed,

Though entropy’s illusion,

Will hide their faces from us,

Sons touched by grandfathers,

Daughters with their mothers fire,

As King David felt Joseph’s heart,

Joseph feeling Adam and Eve,

Adam and Eve still feel God.