Spatial Reasoning

This poem came inspired by one of those deeply incredible conversations that we can each have with only a few.  This was from a conversation with my wonderful wife.  I thank God for making life so wonderful that we can never stop exploring.  I thank God for the love and inspiration he placed in my life.  I thank him for the words and ideas in which I attempt to describe the wonders of life with.  In all of my writing of hundreds of pieces, I have never used the same title or copied the same idea over.  I keep wondering if I will reach the end, and it seems that I never will.  Infinite beauty...

People are a puzzle,

Constrained within themselves,

A soul inside a mind,

Fueled by the heart,

As the senses are doorways,

By which we connect,

The mind has doorways,

As the soul has gifts,

And through such doors,

People reach within,

The soul reaches out,

Except with cases,

Where the doors are closed,

By accident or illness,

That soul does not speak,

That soul does not share,

Yet within the darkness,

That soul is breathing,

Reaching out from within,

Hoping for some sign,

That someone does care,

As we all hope forth,

Hopping through open windows,

Sometimes with ease,

As we each are tuned differently,

For some reach through music,

And others through numbers,

With several through work,

Healing,

Building,

Cooking,

Caring,

Giving,

Sharing,

Whatever may be,

For our ability to bond,

Is our asset of strength,

Using one window or many,

Or stepping through doors,

For in applying our gifts,

We use spatial reasoning,

Seeing thoughts and ideas,

In how answers may come,

When spiritually spatial,

We see into souls,

Proving life’s meaning,

As through the doorway,

We find each other.

The Greatest Mystery

For my soulmate, my inspiration, and my life.  

(known as "wife" in English...)

I climbed the greatest mountain ranges,

Crossed the deepest seas,

The one thing that I could not find,

Is why she does love me.

Quantum physics is not new,

Time is clear to me,

The mystery I could not solve,

Is how she does love me.

Patience is in front of me,

Its not difficult to find,

It flows straight from her heart,

And comes through her mind.

Treasure seekers search the world,

Yet riches they don't find,

The greatest treasure I can know.

Is her heart that became mine.

I will never write greater words,

Then these which you now read,

Your mystery stands by your side,

My advice you should heed.

Love is never circumstance,

And pain proves its not free,

Yet the proof and glory of it all,

She always does love me.

Physical Thought

We use imperfect thought to bring reality into creation through the work of our hands.

What work would be necessary with perfect thought?

Behold imperfect thought,

How lovely it can be,

I can imagine a treehouse,

Or the sound of infinity,

The colors of feelings,

Which can only be heard,

What could not be before,

In our minds will find a door,

Coming through work of our hands,

We use energy to fashion materials,

Materials composed of energies,

For when you take atoms apart,

What else left is there?

If thought is a form of enegry,

And thoughts are reality pictured,

Than could picture perfect thought,

Compose the reality we live?

The perfect thought of God,

With images from his heart,

Could find physical being,

As the reality where we live,

The earth beneath our feet,

The stars which steer our sky,

The air that gives us laughter,

And the beauty that makes us cry,

I can find no difficulty,

As the Bible tells me how,

God created the world,

With the words that he spoke,

From that which was not,

To the stars white and hot,

And the life gift that we live,

From the power of physical thought.

How Can Hell Exist?

This piece appears in my book, "Endless Perspective of Life".   I remember when I wrote this.  I was ironing and my wife was talking to her parents on Skype when I started thinking about Hell of all things.  I was thinking of reality in terms of sub atomic physics as described by Isaac Asimov in a textbook I read at least 20 years prior.  My wife looked at me in astonishment as I wrote, then ironed, then wrote, then ironed.  This was the result.

Imagine,

Just imagine,

Tumbling through time,

This world we now embrace,

The reality we face,

Composed of empty space.

In freefall,

Through the universe,

Of atoms we are made,

A shimmering cascade,

An energized façade.

Each atom,

For a start,

With neutrons in the heart,

Electrons spinning in a sphere,

Flung high within their atmospheres,

Mostly empty space,

Mystery,

Deep mystery,

Whose meaning we can not face.

The matter,

That we stand upon,

Presents a solid face,

Appearance that appears to last,

Yet delicate,

So delicate,

We live around our solid ground,

Which is much more frail than glass.

Electrons,

Of each kind,

In likeness form a bind,

As atoms form a tether,

And masses bind together,

Yet what if the energy of time,

Somehow suddenly unwinds,

And the electron force derails?

Allowing mass to fall through mass,

Into eternal depth to pass,

With speed increasing,

Never ceasing,

In horror unsurpassed.

Each atom’s charge,

Giving discharge,

Like a pricking from thin wire,

Yet through trillion atoms,

Forever freefall,

Burns like a lake of fire,

Impenetrable chaos,

Spinning out of control,

A repulsion of life,

Shutting out the light,

Tumbling through the fire,

In eternal midnight.

What holds us high,

Above such horror,

In our physical delight?

How much more delicate,

Our eternal souls,

Which transcend the night?

It is nothing but the heart of God,

The perfect strength of His hand,

The eternal bond of His true love,

The indescribable logic of His plan,

Even through difficulty of life’s pain,

To be with Him is my love,

Until pain is but a memory,

In Heaven’s entrancing joy above,

I know that nothing can change truth,

Nothing can dispel,

That to be with God is Life,

To be apart from God is Hell.

The Living Ghost

One moment within,

One moment without,

Facing faces of life,

Greeting the faceless,

Swimming within noise,

Drowning in silence,

The screams unheard,

Have never been born,

For what is recorded,

Has never before been,

For we live in the current,

Swimming a river of lives,

And those before us,

We can never see,

Those to come after,

We can see them born,

We cannot all be seen,

Within the river at once,

As time creates a barrier,

For our minds to understand,

For though we are all here,

This un-seeable division,

Masks those not in the now,

And with one tiny slip,

You have fallen through,

The barrier on both sides,

Silence is your friend,

In a world without voice,

No faces to be found,

Except within a glimpse,

Sleeping in the night,

Seen by startled eyes,

Trembling hand reaching,

Switches on the light,

Barrier in full force,

You disappear from sight,

Appearing before another,

Who sees right through,

You try to speak,

And nothing comes,

Your silent screams,

Remain in your lungs,

Shocked from sleeping,

You arise awake,

For it was a dream,

Or could it be?

For God holds us,

Within his hand,

A balance of physics,

For look at your feet,

On what they stand,

Mostly empty space,

Subatomic particles,

Just holding hands…

The Tearing of the Mind

I heard a mutual friend ask if there was any proof of "lunacy".  It suddenly struck me today that if there was pure factual basis, than we would be speaking of rational or irrational fear.  The lack of pure factual basis is a necessity of madness, the realm where doubt and uncertainty rule over reality. 

There it is above you,

Hanging in emptiness,

Millions of tons heavy,

Suspended upon nothing,

Within the cold darkness,

Circle of glowing white,

Within the dark of life,

Glowing upon the night,

On this path blowing,

In moon light knowing,

The light sees your deeds,

Wind whispering accusations,

Rising above screams of silence,

Endless shouting in your head,

Demons born and never dead,

As the fog curls smiles,

Onto shadow faces,

While misty arms draw you,

Into unknown places,

A hand clasps your shoulder,

Extended from your reflection,

As you turn and see your eyes,

Staring into your soul,

Grinning without mercy,

Without lips to form a smile,

For were these deeds your own?

You no longer know your reason,

The voices show you pictures,

Your actions do you see?

Or are you looking at me?

Seeing into my eyes,

As I reach into your world,

With the moon extended hands,

Delicate enough to stir reality,

Within the confines of your soul,

Yet with strength to grip the waters,

Raising them into dark tides,

Rolling above your head,

Silencing your screams,

While voices whisper will,

For will holds onto voices,

Of those who are beside you,

As God placed us all near,

To strengthen and to hold,

Against the tearing of the mind.

Chaos Theory

There are factors in reality,

Set components unchanging,

Which can be found in life,

Everywhere around us,

Within the weather,

Comprised of heat,

And also moisture,

Comprised of cold,

And also dryness,

Yet the appearance,

Is never predictable,

As is with mechanics,

When things happen,

Which were not foreseen,

As with all people,

Within the art of living,

As we are of soul and heart,

And we are of flesh and blood,

Yet our behavior is curious,

In the things that we do,

We have created order,

In our orderly ways,

Living lives by schedule,

In the world we created,

Yet what is the reality,

Of the world which we live?

Is the order we create,

Only in our minds?

For we are drowning,

Dry upon the sands,

We are falling up,

To strike the earth,

We are deaf within,

A constant noise,

As we live peacefully,

Within our fears,

For this is Chaos,

Misunderstood,

With the key to peace,

Held in our hands,

To know there is reason,

To feel there is meaning,

With a Creator in creation,

As the source of life,

And the reason of love,

For the action of love,

Is releasing of fear,

Bringing us peace,

Bringing us hope,

Knowledge of things,

We cannot see,

Freed from chaos,

We gain truth.