Walk Upon Light

 If everything we create is first imagined, how hard is it to imagine Creation?

It must all begin somewhere,

deep inside the mind.

Impassioned by the heart,

creation has its start,

fueled by passion’s fire,

to bring forth pure desire.

The treasure of the heart,

is imagination’s find.

Into our existence,

Brought forth from the night,

Thoughts becoming real,

We walk upon the light.

Thought is only energy,

the power of the mind.

For matter is composed,

as Einstein did propose,

of energy in form,

in balance to conform.

True nature of reality,

How could we be so blind.

Into our existence,

Brought forth from the night,

Thoughts becoming real,

We walk upon the light.

Our thoughts are so imperfect,

and from them we create.

From the work of our plans,

and sweat of our hands,

as the desires we feel,

our hearts do make real.

How creation came to pass,

is not hard to contemplate.

Into our existence,

Brought forth from the night,

Thoughts becoming real,

We walk upon the light.

If God’s thoughts are perfect,

He then adds energy,

and energy makes matter,

brought from the latter,

Perhaps he spoke creation,

for the heart’s elation.

With free will beings to be,

embracing all that they see.

Into our existence,

Brought forth from the night,

Thoughts becoming real,

We walk upon the light.

Quantum thought confounds,

in balance with Relativity.

String Theory adds dimensions,

more than I would care to mention.

God went to lengths to show,

truth we all need to know.

Possibility has no limits,

growing my faith infinitely.

Into our existence,

Brought forth from the night,

Thoughts becoming real,

We walk upon the light.

To My Fellow Explorer - A Response to Professor Stephen Hawking

An Image titled "The Beginning of Space and Time".

Professor Stephen Hawking recently delivered a lecture on the creation of the universe in Pasadena, CA.  This was not done with a Bible in hand per say, though he covered differences between what we actually know and do not know quite clearly.  All I can say is that if he inspires people to think, explore, and learn he has done a great thing.  How long could you possibly look at the stars or Earth, and not see God?  This is my response which I have sent to him a few minutes ago.

 

Looks are deceiving,

As a man standing tall,

Is never seen to rise,

And an unseen particle,

Holds a universal map,

While our concealed thoughts,

Paint truths we cannot see,

We finally see some truths,

Through the tools we create,

Yet imagine looking down,

At your own dog from above,

From the rafters in the roof,

You see everything he does,

Now try calling his name,

He will seek to find you,

Roaming around the room,

He may never lift his head,

For the reality he lives,

Is a limited perspective,

Though he feels you are there,

Your position he can’t find,

A concept so abstract,

Yet we see it in our minds,

In String Theory dimensions,

Six fold beyond our eyes,

Warping space beyond belief,

Or creating two more realms,

With three dimensions like ours,

Within the same space we move,

Where energy and matter unite,

Without entropy to mark time,

Yet if what we see is energy,

Marked in Holographic principal,

And the pictures in our minds,

Are the energy of thought,

Then adding energy to thought,

Could bring mass to being,

Creating a universe of wonder,

Of which your mind expounds,

Inspiring listeners to seek,

And in their hearts explore,

For you explored with mind,

What you could not in body,

So when all is said and done,

We may agree as explorers,

Perhaps the universe is a map,

To finding God in the heart.

The Quantum Veil

The distance between perception and true reality is our imagination.

All things are equal,

In the complexity of being,

Having different states,

Being old and new,

Small and large,

Here and there,

For being is continual,

While states change,

With passage of time,

And the touch of influence,

In quantum expression,

Living truth of potential,

Revealed to God’s eyes,

In glory and splendor,

While we see reality,

As if a shadowy reflection,

Blinded by physics,

To only see the now,

Constrained,

Confined,

Confounded,

Limited in simplicity,

Explored,

Exploited,

Expounded,

Faith shows possibility,

Of the water falling on us,

From the bottom of the sea,

The stars surrounding us,

Apparent infinity,

Each one of us,

Wondering,

Wandering,

Worrying,

Needlessly afraid,

While birds fly believing,

Led in clear vision,

By what their hearts can see,

For passion is the key,

To possibility,

Perspective,

Potential,

Yet we only see now,

In simple understanding,

Behind the Quantum Veil.

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.