Goodnight, Sweet Souls

Technology creates tools, but sometimes the tool creates dependency.

As the obsessive habit of taking selfies became identified as a mental disorder

by a panel of psychologists, we have further scientific studies revealing that children

using smartphones become less able to identify human emotional expression as time 

goes by.  Meanwhile, as data transference replaces learning, one must wonder if we 

are advancing as a species or beginning to regress.

We are gathered together,

Faces of a feather,

Embracing our world,

Through screens filtered,

Shaking cyber hands,

Speaking in text,

Replacing what is learned,

With data transferred,

And then lost,

With such a cost,

As we loose the way,

To converse,

Knowing expression,

Inflection,

Embraces,

And warmth,

We are people,

Loosing our way.

People,

All sorts,

Different ways,

Different thoughts,

Beliefs,

Unto anger,

On to peace,

On through love,

Relief,

For the masses,

Where they pass,

Through life,

Away from strife,

Peace,

Out in the noise,

Electric toys,

Screens of data,

Glass of illusions,

Mirages,

We seek our way,

On through the fray,

Within the storm,

Tattered and worn,

Tired,

Lost ever faster,

Serving our master,

Though name unknown,

Seen through a phone,

Fired,

Our hearts ablaze,

Love is the way,

For hearts can see,

What is to be,

Freedom,

We find our way,

God’s heart to say,

We seek His plan,

With outstretched hand,

And so we live,

With much to give,

In love.

Winds of Time

I just wrote this sitting here waiting for my wife so we can commute home together.  What is the title?  Breath of Life?  Breath of Time?  The Silence of Music?

The breath of life,

From the lips of wisdom,

Began the winds of time,

One heart beat first,

A fiery hearth,

Of intellect and love,

Below,

Around,

And above,

Uncontained,

Beyond limits,

Beyond imagination,

And beyond scope,

Bringing Creation to being,

Just for delight,

Bringing stars to mark,

The endless dead of night,

Bringing spirals of light,

From beneath the midnight sea,

Bringing the world to birth,

So He could bring you to me.

All of creation is a mirror,

Just a looking glass,

We are only aware of apparent,

Seen through the blindness of our eyes,

Barely beyond the skies,

For the limitless lies within,

Space upon space,

In infinitely smaller size,

For there is no small,

There is no size,

And in the Continuum of Love,

Creation is the joy,

Universes on Universes,

Within the same space,

Ourselves overlapping existence,

Standing in the same place,

Actions separated by time,

Time being just an illusion,

We perceive reality in slices,

To make sense of it all,

Rising since the fall,

God’s hand stretched out in love,

As we reach up to Him

To Buy Time

Some people do not believe in God, but still consider that actions from
an all powerful God would be miraculous in nature.  If one is all powerful, then actions
performed are actions in my mind.  What is miraculous to me is when the seemingly
impossible is done through human hands and I have observed many examples.  With that
in mind I will continue to smile, continue to believe, and continue to do wonderful
things until the day I meet the Greatest Miracle. 

Can time be manipulated?

And what if it could be?

For particles without mass alter time,

As gravity sends and bends its passing,

Photons permeate through it,

As light’s speed is everlasting,

Or is it?

Can light be slowed as it goes?

Perhaps if light were not light,

Exerting weight through the night,

Both in particles and in waves,

In quantum flux as one force,

Joining force with particles of time.

Binding such particles,

Both forward and back,

Changing spin for polarity,

In one solution’s singularity,

What if we could buy a past day,

Or take up future’s slack?

What is such a day worth,

Or even just a moment?

Words for someone no longer here,

Or time bought to find a cure,

So less souls would have to endure,

The path of pain towards death,

Full of darkness and of fear.

One could ask someone to come,

If there is hope to be,

Or for more hours together,

Two souls in Love’s tether,

A message of pure love,

For all to see.

Possibilities do not end,

To love,

To have,

To live,

To hate,

For finding,

For feeling,

For seeing,

For believing,

Just words…

All just words,

Which plant seeds.

Yet the Guide through darkness,

Leads all of us ahead,

We can hear His words,

Not seeing what He sees,

Feeling His hand on ours,

Is worth more than all said,

As Eternity is real,

As is endless scope from the Divine,

For with God within our hearts,

Who needs to buy time?

The Space Between Thought

 

In the space between breaths,
Moments trickle like sand,
Upon our foreheads,
And between our fingers,
As the light of our eyes,
Casts shadows on the sun.

The world can be seen,
Not in the sounds of colors,
Nor the imagery of what we hear,
But on the reflections around us,
Which can be seen through the eyes,
On the mirrors of our souls.
This is the fuel of inspiration,
Raising flames without heat,
From love within hearts,
For from the fires of passion,
Comes the powers of creation,
From the one creating all.

These images of inspiration,
Form the images of reality,
For all of reality is Energy,
Simply molded into masses,
As Einstein unlocked this truth,
While we made images become real.

As we are creatures of endeavor,
We must endeavor to create,
In giving our gifts back to life,
We build upon our souls,
Becoming all that we can be,
Holding hands beneath the star

The Weight of Time

"If gravity and light both hold a complimentary nature of being observable in waves or particles, both energy particles have no true weight, and gravity has affect on both time and light, then would a greater understanding of time be achieved by factoring it into mathematical models using the similar parameters of photons and gravitons?"

Time is a mysterious thing,

Trapping us in the present,

With memory of the past,

And no future to see.

All things are in motion,

As everything is of mass,

Mass is composed of energy,

Moving in time to be.

Gravity is tied to motion,

The living abiding in gravity,

And gravity facilitating motion,

Giving measurement of time.

The motion of the living,

Is bathed within light,

Radiating all things,

Within the darkness to shine.

Atoms in the darkness,

Lift their electrons gaining energy,

Eventually loosing force,

As a photon of light.

Perhaps gravity does the same,

Creating attraction between bodies,

So that we stay close together,

In the darkness of night.

Now light and gravity,

Both being in particles and waves,

Share another common factor,

In having no mass.

So if one affects time,

In curving its line,

Could the other affect properties,

And allow us to pass?

To know what is,

And to know what was,

Is easy in comparison,

To knowing what will be.

But the perspective of light,

Was created for vision,

Though we use very little,

For with which to see.

With bending these forces,

A door may swing open,

In the energy of reality,

So that we may walk through.

Yet when reentering our universe,

Through a different doorway,

Upon your arrival,

What would you do?

So if God is eternal,

He is outside of time,

And can see all our futures,

Just as we see today.

So whatever you may face,

If there is such a guide,

Just reach out to Him,

To see what He may say.

The Eternal Song

One cannot fall asleep in a dream,

While in reality we think we're awake,

As time passing surrealistic,

Never follows rules of patterns,

When a moment falls like glass,

Shattering into hours,

And an hour rises like a rocket,

Disappearing in a moment.

Within our dreams we see reality,

Though we cannot touch or be touched,

Within the day reality is a dream,

With all things mistaken physical,

Being mostly of empty space,

Just energy in bonds of relation,

Across the gulf of time,

Comprising our bodies in place.

Our illusions becoming shattered,

When circumstance brings destruction,

A life unto a life dispelled,

Bringing grief like none can tell,

Or the fires of change rearranging,

Making hard work all for naught,

Yet we should never be distraught,

For energy cannot be destroyed.

Floating in the nothing of everything,

One thing makes reality real,

An energy beyond contemplation,

For love is the fuel of creation,

Bringing gardens out of dust,

And beating hearts out of a union,

Making sense out of confusion,

For love is the eternal song.

The Unfolding

Dimensions are defined,

In simple ways,

Limited to the confines,

Of the mind.

In unmeasured ways,

Beyond our dreams,

The scope of truth,

We may find.

Each dimension a concept,

In which we explore,

Limitless measurements,

Of height.

Yet darkness conceals,

The limits of length,

Most difficult to see,

At night.

If dimensions are concepts,

We must never limit,

Life’s true scope,

From above.

For the greatest of these,

Is the energy that binds,

It is pure truth,

The concept of love.

Just as with length,

Love is accepted,

Existing in purity,

Without end.

The purity of love,

Strength unfettered,

In Heaven’s light,

Life does send.

Both light and heat,

Dimensions embodied,

Are some pure concepts,

Which to explore.

When darkness is king,

Never feel forsaken,

For within God’s blessings,

Life always gives more.