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. 

Truth of Thought

Creation is only thought, 

 Molded into form, 

 Taking shape in reality, 

 Through imagination and passion, 

 Just energy impulses in the mind, 

 Yet so much more in the soul, 

 And with energy from the heart, 

 They become something real. 

 For energy is heart,

 Being the emotion of reality, 

 Being the music of all matter, 

 For the physical world is of notes, 

 Things of mass made of energy, 

 What atoms truly are, 

  Composed of mostly empty space, 

 Held together by only love. 

 And now I sit beside the street, 

 On the world once made by God, 

 Near a road of human hands, 

 Filled with people riding wheels, 

 Riding on the dreams of others, 

 Who took mostly empty space, 

 And formed that into cars, 

 Changing our world and life forever. 

 We are just learning of this energy, 

 Scratching the surface of true nature, 

 Which takes nothing away from God, 

 Only taking his full splendor, 

 Shining light on this true glory, 

 Growing closer unto Him,

With our eyes wider in amazement,

 In all we truly have. 

 So with all manner of problems, 

 And tribulations that befall us, 

 We can never stand idle, 

 Once knowing true potential, 

 We can never lose our hope, 

 Against the scope of possibility, 

 For the true meaning of love, 

 Is letting go of fear. 

Mirror Of The Stars

 From over the microphone, 

 I see through the darkness.

 In the solo of strings, 

 I see your lights appearing. 

 Surrounding my stage, 

 Is this ocean of souls. 

  Amidst thousands of lights, 

 My thoughts run wild. 

 Amidst thousands of souls, 

 The truth is bestowed. 

 This roof hangs beneath, 

 The great canopy of night. 

 Balls of fire burn endless,

 Against a river of black. 

 Systems spinning in a dance, 

 Within the grace of galaxies, 

 In all of its splendor,

 It is just a reflection. 

 Within its endless magic, 

 It mirrors the souls within this song. 

 Just like the stars, 

 You burn with different colors. 

 With the fire of love, 

 You heat the cold of space. 

 As is with the planets, 

 Some are surrounded by children. 

 For with the gravity of souls, 

 Families are born in love. 

 Within the vision of the song, 

 All of this is clearly shown. 

 For the song proceeded me, 

 And plays beyond my beating heart. 

 This song knows no beginning, 

 As it will never see an end. 

 For time is an illusion, 

 Giving opportunity to lives. 

 Space is only the distance, 

 In reaching other souls. 

 Dimension is the acoustics, 

 Within which the music plays.

The Trick of Darkness

 Darkness is the trick of the light, 

 An illusion of physics in nature, 

 As every atom not completely cold, 

 Releases heat in the form of photons, 

 Making even the darkest of nights, 

 A dazzling display for the soul. 

 Darkness is a trick of emotion, 

 As any heart given the space of peace, 

 Feels the precious breath of God, 

 Imparting the strength of love,

 Within darkness no greater comfort, 

 Becoming the steadfast joy of faith. 

 For there is no colorless environment, 

 Only colors human eyes cannot see,

 As the mind comprehends many,

 And the soul is aware of the infinite, 

 For there are no hopeless endings, 

 When the heart sees all through love. 

 For this is the meaning of truth, 

 As no words contain all truth of meaning, 

 Since our hands only extend a few feet, 

 And reality extends forever, 

 Our souls not limited by sight, 

 See all through the light of love. 

Fire of Creation

Reality,

Scope of everything,

  Energy in form,

Canvas of stars and planets,

With this world to stand on,

In wordless contemplation,

While our hearts sing.

 Emotion is energy,

Burning hotter than the sun,

Within the physical world,

Love born force of creation,

Changing the rigidly bound,

Like clay within loving hands,

Allowing the soul to sing.

Thought is a doorway,

Seeing the world of the past,

Foreseeing the future through love,

A four dimensional projection,

Energy forming imagery ideals,

So we may form the energy of matter,

The clay God gave us to shape.

We become the shapers of souls,

In seeing what others may be,

Images more beautiful in the heart,

While our words and actions give shape,

To what that person may become,

As the power of will reciprocates,

And we grow more beautiful in return.

The storms will always come,

Washing beach sand from gold doubloons,

The fires will always come,

Revealing what can never burn,

The cold will always come,

Revealing the beauty of warmth,

For love is the fire of creation.

Infinite Simplicity

 There is no beginning, 

 And there are no endings, 

 For everything is energy, 

 Neither destroyed nor created, 

 Appearing as matter and light, 

 Giving means to touch the world. 

 Emotions are energy, 

 Chemical electrical impulses, 

 Waves created by the soul, 

 In colors seen by the heart, 

 Affecting the energy around us, 

 Encouraging waves to come in. 

 Worry begets worry, 

 About things that may happen, 

 Charging the air with anxiety, 

 Potentially drawing issues closer, 

 Perhaps the heart of Murphy's Law, 

 A cycle which may be broken. 

 Love creates confidence, 

 Sending thoughts into motion, 

  Seeing the end from the beginning, 

 Knowing both are mere illusion, 

 For reality is a constant, 

 Within  eternity's  embrace.

 Can you reach through the dimensions, 

 With out using your hand? 

 For your hand can only touch, 

 A flake of what is real, 

 While the expanse of possibility, 

 Is visible only to the heart.

The Walls of Reality

 

Through the eyes,

Burning image into stone,

Rules of reality,

Fade into dust,

Energy unto energy,

Through walls of reality,

Reason fades away,

Where love stands strong.

One life fades away,

Song sinks into song,

As a face slides beneath waters,

Silenced under the waves,

Yet silence is the scream,

With voice carried beyond the stars,

And a life not touching others,

Finds contact through the heart.

There is a crack in reality,

Stretching beyond the infinite,

Where the light of every universe,

Shines through brighter than the sun,

Time connecting past and future,

Walking hand in hand with present,

For where the eye closes to sunlight,

All light is truly seen.

That crack runs through the heart,

From which all energy flows,

Giving the heart true vision,

To see beyond time and space,

Where boundaries only beckon,

To defy rules of engagement,

Embracing the scope of possibility,

In the question unanswered.