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. 

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. 

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. 

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.

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.

Fear

Where there is no love, fear reigns.

Your footsteps sound an echo,

The rhythm is not quite right.

Motion follows vision,

Or just a trick of light.

Your shadow sticks nearby,

The normal one you see,

While whispers in the silence,

Confirm what cannot be.

Cold flows from the shadows,

Spreading across the floor,

Escaping an airless room,

Through barely open door.

No sound can now be heard,

The crickets stopped their song,

While the voice within your heart,

Warns all of this is wrong.

Shadows point to shadows,

As true within the night,

While yours behaves quite oddly,

Angled towards the light.

In passing your reflection,

Conscience may not think,

As eyes close for an instant,

Your image does not blink.

Ice fingers touch your skin,

As delicate as a dream,

And wordless sound falls from you,

Within a shattered scream.

For some doors once open,

Can never be closed again,

This world hides in plain sight,

What is seldom known by man.

Things which seem unreal,

Which never could be near,

Are often walking with you,

Much closer than your fear.