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

Requirements

 It all depends on what you are looking for.

I wrote this walking to this place, perhaps it was what I was looking for.

The canvas I hold is nothing,
Without the colors to paint a scene.
The palette you hold is nothing,
Without the canvas to show the dream.

The sun would be cold dark gas,
Without a spark to ignite the flame,
A spark could never last,
Without fuel to carry the flame.

The salt of the earth would explode,
If only the sodium were there,
With the poison of chloride unchecked,
None would survive to care.

Without change there could be no time,
As there would be no differences to measure,
Yet the difference teaches beauty to hearts,
In choosing beauty there is Heaven to treasure.

Spatial dimensions teach us perspective,
Though we can only see a trace,
The infinite confounds us,
Only time can limit space.

Time is an illusion,
The physical breeds confusion,
When lost from true perspective,
Concealing truth's objective,
With each other near and far,
Tracking towards the Infinite,
Here we discover who we are.

Slipping Through

The structure of solid matter is mostly empty space, with each atom having great gulfs of distance between the nucleus and each electron in orbit.  What if there was a slight change in that bond?

Solid ground,

Such a delicate thing,

Atoms bound,

On an energy string,

Delicate bonding,

Lighter than air,

But you don’t care,

You don’t care.

Take for granted,

What you can see,

Not foreseeing,

What could be,

A slight imbalance,

In the weak embrace,

And nothing holds you,

In time and space.

Flaming,

Raining,

Sight and sound,

Burning,

Turning,

No up and down,

Dreaming,

Screaming,
No dark or light,

No hot or cold,

Left or right.

Hands of time,

The sweetest peace,

No reason rhymes,

No sweet release,

The void within,

Is hope without,

No leverage point,

To turn about.

Matter’s grip,

Slipping fast,

A vision scene,

Through quantum glass,

The Earth dissolves,

All faces gone,

Dimensions shatter,

Fall through matter.

Faster,

Faster,

Falling,

Falling,

Senses shattered,

Time is scattered,

Flaming,

Flaming,

Through energies fall,

Nothing,

Nothing,

Brightness of black,

Silence of scream,

No going back,

Inescapable dream.

No up or down,

Left or right,

Light or dark,

In endless flight,

In freefall up,

Through sky below,

Reality gone,

No soul could know.

Our grip is weak,

To earthly world,

One tiny slip,

Through darkness hurled,

Our only grip,

Right from the start,

Comes through love,

Through the heart.

Flaming,

Raining,

Sight and sound,

Burning,

Turning,

No up and down,

Living,

Loving,

The only way,

The balance holds,

The living day.

Bringer of Darkness

I do not fear the Bringer of Darkness,
as I serve the Creator of Light.

Within a state of flux,

It is everywhere and nowhere,

Both in and out of time,

Touching all of our time streams.

No eyes with to see,

It can see us in the night,

Never needing sleep,

Filling fears into dreams.

When our eyes do wake,

Within the twilight blur,

A glimpse of darkened form,

Is all that we may see.

A shapeless motion movement,

From the corner of the eye,

Unsettled dust in motion,

In daylight comes to be.

Companion of the darkness,

With fear as its blood,

Pumped with eternal fury,

Within a heart of pain.

Looks for peace to devour,

With the bait of doubt,

And our souls in the balance,

With all to loose or gain.

In the shadow of the companion,

I continue on my journey,

For many cry out in darkness,

As only pain they see.

So that through the words God gives,

With my wife by my side,

We may shine light into darkness,

That these souls may be free.