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.

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.

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.

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 Weight of Time

"If gravity and light both hold a complimentary nature of being observable in waves or particles, both energy particles have no true weight, and gravity has affect on both time and light, then would a greater understanding of time be achieved by factoring it into mathematical models using the similar parameters of photons and gravitons?"

Time is a mysterious thing,

Trapping us in the present,

With memory of the past,

And no future to see.

All things are in motion,

As everything is of mass,

Mass is composed of energy,

Moving in time to be.

Gravity is tied to motion,

The living abiding in gravity,

And gravity facilitating motion,

Giving measurement of time.

The motion of the living,

Is bathed within light,

Radiating all things,

Within the darkness to shine.

Atoms in the darkness,

Lift their electrons gaining energy,

Eventually loosing force,

As a photon of light.

Perhaps gravity does the same,

Creating attraction between bodies,

So that we stay close together,

In the darkness of night.

Now light and gravity,

Both being in particles and waves,

Share another common factor,

In having no mass.

So if one affects time,

In curving its line,

Could the other affect properties,

And allow us to pass?

To know what is,

And to know what was,

Is easy in comparison,

To knowing what will be.

But the perspective of light,

Was created for vision,

Though we use very little,

For with which to see.

With bending these forces,

A door may swing open,

In the energy of reality,

So that we may walk through.

Yet when reentering our universe,

Through a different doorway,

Upon your arrival,

What would you do?

So if God is eternal,

He is outside of time,

And can see all our futures,

Just as we see today.

So whatever you may face,

If there is such a guide,

Just reach out to Him,

To see what He may say.

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 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.

The Infinate Singularity

 How is a universe like a life?

Without dimension or light,

Infinite potential,

All history contained,

Reality pours forth,

In an explosion of light,

All directions explored,

In harmonic symphony,

Filled with mystery,

In voids of darkness,

Yet the voids are a shroud,

Concealing dimensions,

To the three we perceive.

Yet such is a life,

An explosion of creation,

Self willed inspiration,

Setting into motion,

Forever’s being,

With much unseen,

Through voids of purpose,

Though the heart is in motion,

With meaning becoming clear,

In the reflection of our universe,

Which does differ from a life,

As our universe may have bo

4D

A fantastic theoretical physicist named Leonard Suskind once wrote that it would be 

exceptional to find someone who could picture 4 dimensional reality.  I took that as 

a challenge.

The beauty of the world,

In three dimensions,

Is astounding to imagine,

Lakes and rivers,

Sky and mountains,

Spinning through sunshine.

That motion is doubled,

As the Earth circles the sun,

And grows in intensity,

With the sun on its journey,

Our galaxy in full flight.

These dimensions are but three,

The fourth vast in scope,

As time is traveled in distance,

Bringing a motion of change,

To all we know and see.

This can be pictured,

As waves upon the sea,

Mountains rise from below,

Building in stature,

Weathering with the weather,

And smoothing into shore.

Clouds portray time’s journey,

Building upon building,

Blossoming into beauty,

Or growing dark as storms,

As each of us chooses in heart,

Our shape through life’s path.

Yet the clouds are not temporary,

Nor are the ocean waves,

Once part of the ocean,

Above or below us,

They remain live in their moment,

Captured within time.

Souls are scattered in time,

The past and the future,

People walk upon this Earth,

Not seeing through Time’s barrier,

Yet real in quantum mystery,

They are the energy we feel.

Perfection may be realized,

As God reconciles all life,

Bringing time to an end,

Retaining beauty in forever,

Bringing all our souls reunion,

When the quantum veil will fall.