Perception Filter

Are the things we see, 

 What we wish to see, 

 Or are they really there? 

 The sun traverses the sky, 

 Or is it the Earth spinning? 

 Are solid objects solid?

 Or is reality grinning? 

 Are your walls standing still, 

Traveling thousands of miles an hour?

 They are appearing still, 

 As you are traveling with them, 

 Through time and space, 

 In our solar system, 

 And yet that system travels faster still, 

 Around the center of the galaxy, 

 A beautiful thrill. 

 What appears a dull gray rock, 

 Is indeed a sparkling dance, 

 Energy holding hands, 

 Twirling in the space of matter, 

 The air around us, 

 Always full of charge, 

 With many answers coming, 

 The mystery remains at large, 

 Yet physics is just a reflection, 

 Of the complexities of life, 

 While circumstances are nearing, 

 The heart is always endearing,

 Remaining faithful to God above, 

 Our source of enduring love, 

 When all of life seems a kilter, 

  Truth burns through perception's filter. 

Absolute Zero

 Within the absence, 

 We are embraced by darkness, 

Within the absence,

  We are held by the cold, 

 On an island of life, 

 Surrounded by asphyxiation, 

 Where the darkness begins, 

 Heartbeats end. 

 Within the energy, 

 We are embraced by light,

 Within the energy, 

 We are held in warmth, 

 Transference of light, 

 From the radiation of heat, 

 And there is nothing hotter, 

 Then the fire of the heart. 

 Within the sorrow, 

 We are embraced by loss,

 Within the sorrow, 

 All hope departs,

 Illusions become addictive, 

 In the spiraling down, 

 As the soul tries to think, 

 There is no reason to fight. 

 Within the mind, 

 We are embraced by wisdom,

 Within the mind, 

 We are held by truths, 

 In indomitable darkness, 

 There is still warmth,

 Then we cannot feel it, 

 There is still light, 

 Though it be too dim to see. 

 Within the universe, 

We are embraced by change,

 Within the universe, 

 We are held in confusion, 

 There are no constants,

 Except for God, 

 Even at absolute zero, 

 Energy thrives. 

 Within each particle, 

Embraced by zero point energy, 

 Within each particle, 

 There is viberation of life,

 The quantum fluctuation, 

 Between position and velocity, 

 Fills each point in space, 

 With the energy of mass. 

 Within each circumstance, 

Embraced by hopelessness,

 Within each circumstance, 

 We are held in the truth of love, 

 The moment never is final, 

 There is nothing conclusive, 

 For wherever there is life, 

 There is only love. 

Pain

 Pain is a fundamental, 

 A live component of the universe, 

 A continuum of changing force,

 This can be seen among the stars. 

 Those  stars burn of different colors, 

 For when low on the fire of life, 

 They collapse in finding new heat,

 Fusing new elements from afar. 

 Some stars collapse igniting in torment, 

  Rip apart in explosions of light, 

 Casting their elements as energy not lost, 

 Becoming new worlds born in new light.

 For energy is not lost  within our circumstance, 

 Though the pounding  may drain us within, 

 As we wonder why the sunrise brings trials, 

 That we may bring our grief to God in the night. 

 Creation comes only of pain, 

 For it is pain that fuels passion to pursue, 

 And we discover new ways to reach the goal, 

 Never seeing the true end from where we begin.

 It is new elements that comprise, 

 The new  worlds from our hearts, 

 And through the agonies of birth, 

 This comes from within. 

 There is no love without pain, 

 Laughter comes from times of trial, 

    Tears mark recovery's trail,

 Nightmares clear the path to dreams. 

 Within this process of living, 

  See the universe and all of its glory, 

 Watch the pain of creation bring unfolding, 

 The illusion of suffering is not what it seems. 

The Girl in The Mirror

 Sleeping through the night, 

 Is a forgotten pleasure, 

 Sleeping through the night, 

 A sensation unknown. 

 For the nightmare will come, 

 I can no longer stop it,

 For the girl will come, 

 So lost and alone. 

 And I hear it again, 

 The soft sobbing at midnight, 

 To the mirror again, 

 Where she is cold and alone. 

 She draws her hands from her eyes, 

 And reaches out for me, 

 In another place, 

 She is lost far from home. 

 And then she cries out,

 Screaming in terror, 

 And then she cries out, 

 It is too loud to hear. 

 I must cover my ears, 

 As I cannot bear the pain, 

 And then the mirror cracks, 

 As I collapse in fear. 

 I must break this cycle, 

 And I must solve the mystery, 

 Awaiting till midnight,

 For her face to return. 

 When I blinked did I see her,

 Or is this just madness? 

 As I blink she is staring, 

 And awaits my return. 

 And so I turn to the light switch, 

 Flipping it faster, 

  In the strobing light tension,

She is there holding fast.

Then this ghost of an image,

Thrusts her hand forward,

In a scream of pure terror,

She breaks through the glass.

 I awake from the darkness, 

 Lying sprawled on the tile, 

 Looking up towards the mirror, 

 Which is broken no more. 

 Yet where her hand was, 

 There is blood on the mirror, 

 And from not long ago, 

 As it runs towards the floor. 

 I must find a way, 

 To break through this madness, 

 Or to find a way to her, 

 If she is really there. 

 I must shatter the mirror, 

 At midnight tonight, 

 If there is even a chance, 

 Then to take it I dare.

 I have her fluttering image, 

 As I do flicker the light, 

 And a way to break through, 

 I now hold in  my hand.

 This night with a broomstick, 

 I shattered this glass of fears, 

 Then I knew nothing more, 

 Things did not go as planned. 

 In the morning I awoke, 

 With no mirror confirming, 

 That something did happen, 

 And my story is true. 

  There was laid on my chest, 

 A single rose with a note, 

 It did not say who she was, 

 The note just said Thank You.

 In this world of dimensions, 

 Where time and space meet,

 I can imagine there are moments, 

 When the fabric is weak. 

 Who knows of her story, 

 Or what must be true, 

 Perhaps at such a moment, 

 She must have fell through. 

 Who could but imagine, 

 All that God has in mind, 

 Yet he does not forget anyone, 

 And so she I did find. 

 God does not forget me, 

 God does not forget you, 

 Always remember this truth, 

 No matter what you go through. 

Sent from my iPho

Traveling Through Time

 A week from now I reflected, 

 On the things I will do yesterday,

 Waiting until the morning, 

 I watch the sunset, 

 Exploring the universe without, 

 I find out who I am.

 The stars that we visit, 

 They orbit the world, 

 And when I close my eyes, 

 I see the stars, 

 With the infinite possibility, 

 Being only the beginning. 

 We dance amidst the time streams, 

 Splashing water of the moments, 

 Each moment forming a universe, 

 To begin a new stream, 

 Each moment a decision, 

 Changing reality's beauty. 

 For reality is souls, 

 Whether they are past or present, 

 Separated from our sight,

 By a time line wall's perception, 

 Yet we saught them through our hearts, 

 So we could meet them face-to-face. 

 For our travel is but a method, 

 Breaking down illusion's walls, 

 For those who walked or will walk,

 Are here with us today, 

 Though out of our hands reach, 

 Bonded through the heart. 

 So our travels become clear, 

 Breaking the bounds of time and space, 

 We reach out between the stars, 

 Touching other lives with love, 

 For in seeing through other eyes, 

 We can know and own the universe. 

Absolute

For my friend John

I remember my days performing whitewater rescues.   Most would imagine that the difficulty would be in getting the rope to the person in the water, in order to rescue him or her. The real challenge was to get that person to be aware  of the solution, in spite of all of the noise of distraction in the immediate situation. Many times in life we face the same  issue until we come to a place of silence, peace, or focus and allow the solution to come to us.

 Absolutes are a necessity, 

 For truth to be found, 

 For meaning to be known, 

 And for life to be lived, 

 For there must be foundation, 

 To take a stand, 

 There must be a foothold, 

 To take a step, 

 Without such confidence, 

 The heart sees confusion, 

 Doubt leads unto fear, 

 And the heart seeks illusions,

 Yet without foundations, 

 The  mind sinks in darkness, 

 Heart embraced  by the abyss, 

 The soul plummets into Hell.

  Both heat and moisture, 

 Are required to make weather, 

 Without the presence of both, 

 Only wind may remain, 

 Yet with both in place, 

 The combinations are endless, 

 And prediction becomes an art, 

 To foresee hail mixed with rain,

 While to see requires light, 

 As light is made of photons, 

 Being there and around us, 

 Even when It is too weak to see, 

 It is energy converted, 

 As heat energy releases, 

 Abating the darkness, 

 Bringing peace to our eyes. 

 For our eyes see creation, 

 Creation requires a creator, 

 A creator requires appreciation, 

 Through the creation of love, 

 Proving truth and consequence, 

 Showing right clear from wrong, 

 As the fruit of both actions, 

 Will bring either joy or pain, 

 Though energy is not created, 

 One form leads to another, 

 As with love risking pain, 

 Through sacrifice in action, 

 Creates bonds between souls, 

 Forming strength to overcome, 

 Defying death through life lived, 

 For God's love is absolute. 

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.