Introspection

A great writer by the name of Wislawa Szymborska wrote a poem called "Never Twice".  After reading, I was inspired to write this.

 

 

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Reality, like Heaven, exists without limitations or boundaries so that our potential for understanding comes limited through the linear perception of time. 

 

If anything were the same, including seemingly identical kisses, we could never grow beyond ourselves, adding to the richness of the soul, in search of God’s bountiful perfection. 

Our only hope is in the power of love, adding our differences together in compassion, so that our childish endeavors in the works of beauty, please our Father who created everything with a smile.

In this miraculous way we make our dreams into reality, including our love for each other, in much the same way as our reality was once God’s dream, just prior to speaking all that exists into being.

Once our hearts are set into motion, by the pains of happiness and our joy through suffering, we begin to see clearly with wisdom through the heart, which is the only way to perceive without illusions.

 

 

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The Dream

 

I found myself at a funeral,

For an elderly man well dressed,

Behind a young boy I stood,

As we approached to view the coffin.

The pale face was as if asleep,

And we turned to a sound behind us,

Being startled for just an instant,

We both looked back at the coffin.

His head was now turned,

Gazing at the boy with closed eyes,

One finger raised to his lips,

As if to silently say,

“Don’t say a word.“

I felt tingling weakness,

The draining sensation of fear,

As I turned to leave the church,

 Walking to a park playground,

To see the settling sight of children.

A girl turned in the sand and rose,

Walking awkwardly in my direction,

Plucking limbs from children as she passed,

Which each child began to play with,

Carrying one limb closer to me,

With her mouth gaping open,

A blank stare from missing eyes,

Ants streaming from her lips,

She raised the fingered limb to her mouth,

“Shhhhhhhhhhh!”

Rising I ran into the street,

Uncertain where to go,

The world embraced in silence,

Accept for a thumping which grew louder.

From behind a taxi rolled close,

No engine was running,

I quickly stepped to the side,

And saw the passenger trapped,

Banging on the windows,

Tears rolling down her face.

The was driver slumped over the wheel,

Lifeless on the verge of decay,

Black oozing from his ear,

He turned his vacant eyes to me,

Raising a finger to his lips,

“Shhhhhhhhhhh…”

I ran until the street ran out,

To where the land meets the water,

And the freedom of the horizon,

Yet there was no solace to be seen.

I then saw them in the water,

They were floating face down,

Except for one struggling beneath,

Except for one who looked like a child,

I jumped into the water to help,

But he was nowhere to be seen.

From the cold depth I looked up,

The bodies silhouetted against the sun,

Each slowly moved one finger before the mouth,

And terror collected its toll,

With my screams trapped in rising bubbles,

Everything went black.

I awoke in my room,

Walked quickly to the window,

Opening for some fresh air,

Everything normal as it should be.

Yet the neighbor’s security light flickering,

Revealed a silhouette hanging from the branches,

Neck and rope turning the face to me,

Slowly one finger begins to rise…

I finally awoke from the dream,

Awake to a nightmarish reality,

Where Americans harm other Americans,

For a difference of opinion,

 Inciting violence with words,

Replacing understanding with hate,

As the blind spread the disease of blindness.

For when God was forsaken,

So was justice and order,

As the godless void within us,

Collapses the soul,

And we become like walking dead.

The Breach

Why do we assume that ghosts are spirits of the dead?  Death is merely a part of life making nothing to fear.  What if ghosts are the spirits of the living trapped somewhere beyond reality?

Between the day and night there is a division.

Between the shadows and the light there is a gap.

For not everyone returns from the shadows.

Is a ghost really a spirit of the dead?

Then why are they in the world of the living?

If the dead feel no pain then why do ghosts wail?

A cemetery is peaceful because those souls departed.

Our world is full of angst from living souls trapped in the void.

Felt in a flick of motion behind you where nothing can be seen.

Have you dreamt seeing people that could not see or hear you?

You spoke enshrouded in silence and no one turned your way.

Did they feel cold in that room? How did you make it back?

Those who fell through reality and never returned keep falling.

Those sudden chills unexplained are the horrors which they feel.

For lost in that place without dimensions they do scream.

Do not seek shelter in the vast knowledge of science,

Or take comfort against the darkness with your religion,

For the immeasurable unknown engulfs them without mercy.

It is only God who has made a fish or a tree.

This is the creator of love unstoppable,

Who can keep us safe from the breach.

 For how else can we be certain of our safety,

When we stand only upon atoms,

And atoms are nearly nothing?

by Eric Visconti - Poet

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The Stuff of Life

 

We contain the stuff of stars,

Furnaces of the elements,

Spoken into reality,

By God from the start.

He breathed life into us,

While setting galaxies in motion,

For passion is the beginning,

Of what is born from the heart.

For our passion creates ideas,

Which we speak into existence,

And through our sweat with others,

Those spoken words are made real.

How much more is God?

Whose spoken words are perfect,

Making reality without effort,

Comprising all we see and feel.

For all we see is made of energy,

As are the thoughts we think,

As are the words we speak,

Shaping a mind in the womb,

Expanding the mind’s capabilities,

Delivering curiosities and interests,

Before the baby is delivered,

While each child shares DNA and more,

Becoming part of the mother,

So after so many generations,

We are truly part of each other.

And so here we are,

Made up of tiny atoms,

Which are particles holding hands,

Across the gulf of space.

From the fire God breathed out,

Setting the universe in motion,

Breathing life into existence,

We each return to touch His face.

Meanwhile we modify energies,

To bring good things into reality,

Adding to the beauty of life,

Beneath the stars above,

Because we are made of energy,

The word of God is energy,

As the words we speak have power,

And the greatest power is love.

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Life in Perspective

 

For when you feel alone.

Imagine a reality,

Where there are millions of stars,

Fusing elements as fuel,

Creating building blocks of reality,

Stars fuse carbon into oxygen,

Or detonate producing gold,

Yet He created each and every star,

Knowing all of their names,

And he stopped to take the time,

To know the beauty of your eyes.

There are planets with rings of ice,

Like crowns upon eternal queens,

There are moons with polymer rains,

Raindrops as big as golf balls,

Falling slowly like snow,

He knows each and every place,

Where ocean waves thunder underground,

Or lightning streaks through acid clouds,

Yet every pain you feel,

Is felt upon his heart.

Drivers stream by on the roads,

Chasing matters of consequence,

Too fast to see the birds in the trees,

To fast to hear the stories of others,

Dozens of homes hiding faces and souls,

Laughter or pain they cannot imagine,

Yet He sees the song of your life,

Music like colors before His eyes,

And when you feel you are most alone,

You are still held in His arms.

Standing on the border of infinity,

One may look out across forever,

For only the heart can truly see,

Perceiving that time is just an illusion,

Created by the blindness of our eyes,

So seeing a bird in flight,

Becomes a miraculous vision,

Yet in all of this and more,

What is most important to Him,

Is you.

by Eric Visconti - Poet

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