The Birth of Everything

The physical projects,
Though size is meaningless,
Making distance abstract,
Between two points,
Making speed measureless,
When position is known,
Yet position is abstract,
With speed realized.

Within this reality,
Illusion traps the soul,
As weight's oppression,
Anchors the heart,
Limiting the mind,
To observable detail,
As the heart perceives silent,
The invisible song.

Through cracks in reality,
Some notes stream fourth,
Perceived by hearts opened,
With the ears of love,
Such hearts do see,
Through mountains and rivers,
To the unbridled dance,
Of energy's fire.

Universes unfold,
As we fold space in spirit,
Never being separate,
Never seeing nothing,
The mist of time disbursed,
With time's mystery revealed,
Nothing is impossible,
As everything is born.

The Energy of Silence

 

Within the energy of silence,
Lies the music of all voices,
Hearts calling out within the fold,
Where lies forever spring,
They are singing of all things,
No division between the young and old.
The future and the past,
Through forever's looking glass,

Time within the physical,
Falls within the breeze,
Timelessness enshrouds love,
In perfect peaceful ease,
All time becomes the moment,
Past and present are past,
With distance losing meaning,
Love is first and last.

The present is a song,
The future is a passion,
Infinity's fire of life,
The Spirit's love not rationed,
All purpose becomes clear,
Love replaces fear,
Never wanting,
Life instilled,
God's word spoken,
All fulfilled.

Within the energy of silence,
Lies the music of all voices,
Hearts calling out within the fold,
Where lies forever spring,
They are singing of all things,
No division between the young and old.
The future and the past,
Through forever's looking glass,

Time within the physical,
Falls within the breeze,
Timelessness enshrouds love,
In perfect peaceful ease,
All time becomes the moment,
Past and present are past,
With distance losing meaning,
Love is first and last.

The present is a song,
The future is a passion,
Infinity's fire of life,
The Spirit's love not rationed,
All purpose becomes clear,
Love replaces fear,
Never wanting,
Life instilled,
God's word spoken,
All fulfilled.

Beneath the Doorway

There is a doorway in the heavens,
Not visible to the eyes,
And not found by the hand,
Opened only by the heart,
Traveled only in the spirit,
It is the pathway of love,
In a universe of energies,
With energy in quantum flux,
Matter changing rearranging,
As matter is energy bound,
Energy is never destroyed,
Proving the eternity of God,
Extending his heart in this world,
We scratch the surface of reality,
As reality is purpose found,
Truth filled word from God,
His energy burns invisible flame,
With all of creation emitting light,
Light shines through this open door,
As we walk and talk illusion,
Reality screams invisible song,
For the ear cannot see,
And the eye cannot hear,
While cosmic strings span time,
Only the heart can perceive all,
With dimensions countless,
Infinity is multiplied,
A vision felt,
Beneath the doorway.

Bindings of Light

 

Our souls are written,
Through our actions,
Our words splash paint,
Across the canvas of night,
As creation changes form,
Energies molded by anger,
Futures fashioned by fire,
While our souls stand apart,
Shaped only through love,
The only power strong enough,
To cast shadows of light,
The only light pure enough,
To dispel the rule of darkness,
Making death an afterthought,
Through bonds beyond infinite,
As souls change willingly,
Within the light of others,
So that faces of the past,
Etch upon future minds unseen,
Becoming more than ourselves,
Through the bindings of light,
In the beat of surrounding hearts,
Standing as individuals,
We are one.

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.

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.