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.

Time Wave

 Gravity waves in space, 

 Once being undetectable, 

 Compressing and stretching reality, 

 Have been impossible to perceive,

 As a two percent stretch of the road, 

 Would be accompanied in hand, 

 By a two percent stretch in one's stride.

 As time is a kindred spirit,

With a nature like gravity and light,

 Such waves may come and go, 

 As days seem longer or shorter, 

 As there is no rhyme or reason, 

  In how currents are felt in this river, 

 Who's flow is purely illusion. 

 For there is no meaning to time, 

 In the things not subject to change, 

 Which is why we look into the eyes, 

 Of the soulmate standing beside us, 

 Faintly conscious of the passing of years, 

 Unable to see its presence, 

 Except in astonishing pictures of the past. 

 Outside of this bending of image, 

 Stands God unyielding to time, 

 With our pasts and futures before him, 

 Like photos upon the same table, 

 Seeing our free will choices tomorrow, 

 Before we encounter that sunrise, 

 Within this movie screen of change. 

 As energy pushes upon energy, 

 Strong gravity affects the course of time, 

 As does the energy of love, 

 Which binds two souls together, 

 Making each moment become a universe, 

 A timeless expense of joy, 

 Lost in each other's hearts. 

 When the wave of love becomes infinite, 

  Life force burst forth from God's heart, 

 Our spirits will be perfected, 

 Within reality made perfect in peace, 

 The time wave slows to a stop,

  As what we pictured in love becomes real, 

 The purpose of the heart fulfilled. 

Thread of Seconds

 (I took this, by the way.)

A few nights ago I was listening to Nikki Six talk about Bowie and how he approached death.  He did not sit down and give up, he kept doing what he always did, and wrote about the final journey he was about to take.  In my opinion he explored death through his last album, as he explored everything else through music.  That was the gift of Blackstar.  Death is not the end.  God made life eternal or it would have never been real.

Whisper silent,

A breath of wind,

String of seconds,

Energy strings,

Bio-magic,

Corporeal beings,

Pulse,

Blood,

Brain,

Breath,

Mind,

Heart,

Soul,

Death,

Magic in the Void,

Energy in space,

Suspended in nothing,

Velocity race,

A thousand miles a second,

In a temporal wind,

A thousand hearts beckoned,

By passion within,

Time,

String,

Particle,

Bound,

Energy,

Space,

Meaning,

Found,

Strings that form our atoms,

Strands within time,

Only a place to begin,

Exploration never ends,

Mystery’s invitation sends,

Power to perceive beyond,

Exploring with only the mind,

The heart is navigation,

Infinite,

Imagined,

Energy,

Expression,

Rapid,

Unleashed,

Inspired,

Progression,

Exploring the mysteries,

Which the spirit can know,

The heart leads the mind,

Where bodies can’t go.

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 Eternal Song

One cannot fall asleep in a dream,

While in reality we think we're awake,

As time passing surrealistic,

Never follows rules of patterns,

When a moment falls like glass,

Shattering into hours,

And an hour rises like a rocket,

Disappearing in a moment.

Within our dreams we see reality,

Though we cannot touch or be touched,

Within the day reality is a dream,

With all things mistaken physical,

Being mostly of empty space,

Just energy in bonds of relation,

Across the gulf of time,

Comprising our bodies in place.

Our illusions becoming shattered,

When circumstance brings destruction,

A life unto a life dispelled,

Bringing grief like none can tell,

Or the fires of change rearranging,

Making hard work all for naught,

Yet we should never be distraught,

For energy cannot be destroyed.

Floating in the nothing of everything,

One thing makes reality real,

An energy beyond contemplation,

For love is the fuel of creation,

Bringing gardens out of dust,

And beating hearts out of a union,

Making sense out of confusion,

For love is the eternal song.

The Unfolding

Dimensions are defined,

In simple ways,

Limited to the confines,

Of the mind.

In unmeasured ways,

Beyond our dreams,

The scope of truth,

We may find.

Each dimension a concept,

In which we explore,

Limitless measurements,

Of height.

Yet darkness conceals,

The limits of length,

Most difficult to see,

At night.

If dimensions are concepts,

We must never limit,

Life’s true scope,

From above.

For the greatest of these,

Is the energy that binds,

It is pure truth,

The concept of love.

Just as with length,

Love is accepted,

Existing in purity,

Without end.

The purity of love,

Strength unfettered,

In Heaven’s light,

Life does send.

Both light and heat,

Dimensions embodied,

Are some pure concepts,

Which to explore.

When darkness is king,

Never feel forsaken,

For within God’s blessings,

Life always gives more.

The Temporal Lie

Feet are never facing down,

While walking upon the Earth,

Gravity gives us that illusion,

To help deal with confusion,

But not with the physical,

Which seems physical all the time,

Yet touched upon in messages,

Upon the walls of time.

These corridors we travel,

Backpedaling forward,

As none can travel forward,

In a continuum of all directions,

Though trapped within the moment,

We stride within our race,

Constricted within illusion,

From the magnificence of space.

Our words are meaningless sounds,

In which meanings are agreed,

As we relate within confusion,

An ocean of distractions,

In the quest of life truths,

For only ideas can be pure,

As we sort with borrowed breath,

Dividing the clear from the obscure.

Observed walls of dimensions,

Are but a paper house,

Thinly veiling the incalculable,

Within the continuous unheard howling,

Beyond which the Absolute,

Existing from before the start,

Orchestrates music of infinity,

From love within the heart.

And so we see ourselves,

A brief flicker in the darkness,

Yet the truth is in the heart,

Our souls will ever shine,

Adding to eternal music,

Though we thought we could never,

For our every thought and deed,

Shapes life’s song forever.

Absolute

 Reality is often confused as only being that which can be seen.

From Pope John Paul II on April, 18, 1982:   "Yes, consecrated souls, among the people of this generation, who are so immersed in the relative, you must be voices that speak of the absolute."

Concrete,

Cities,

Sidewalks,

Lanes,

Cars,

Cycles,

Subways,

Trains.

Television,

Media,

Smartphones,

Connect,

Emotions,

Support,

Comfort,

Neglect.

Thunder,

Lightening,

Wind,

Waves,

Stars,

Forests,

Mountains,

Caves.

Money,

Power,

Fortune,

Fame,

Pursuit,

Material,

Wealth,

Gain.

The world is relative,

God is absolute.