Teardrops of Time

Time is a measurement, 

 Giving the illusion of control, 

 A metering of reality, 

 To make sense in our minds, 

 The measure of entropy, 

 In an imperfect world, 

 Where the only continuum,

 Is the constant of change. 

 The only real change, 

 Comes from the craft of creation,

 Where things of the mind, 

 Become things of the world, 

 From the energy of thought, 

 And the work of our hands, 

 Through the doorway of the heart, 

 To be born beneath the stars. 

 All thought is energy, 

 All matter is energy, 

 The difference between the two, 

 Is the veil of doubt in our minds, 

Torn asunder by the heart,

Letting the light of truth through,

Sparking Creation’s birth,

In the magic of life.

This light of experience,

Shines through all things,

A homeless mother’s eyes,

On this her little girl’s birthday,

Painting her joy onto my words,

Through the light of her heart,

 Under the clouds that we share, 

 Outside of your door. 

 Experiences are things, 

 Gifts of timeless love, 

 Moments from the heart, 

 Alive through the eternity of love, 

 Moments from the heart, 

 Adding to the ocean of life, 

 Just like tear drops of time, 

 Into eternity. 

For Stephen Hawking

 In spaces between the day and the night, 

 He traveled beyond dark matter and light, 

 Traveling to places he could not reach, 

 Returning with knowledge the world to teach, 

 When the physical took the time from his clock, 

 He vowed with his mind he would not stop, 

 Expounding reality beyond our dreams, 

 Earning respect and the world’s  esteem,

 And looking into the vacuum of space, 

 He found energy in every place, 

  Finding in faith what the eye could not see, 

 With his mind defying what could not be, 

 Fabric of space bending, 

 Time never ending, 

 From particles to dimensions, 

 From thoughts to intentions, 

 Exploring, 

 Imploring, 

 Believing

 Receiving, 

 And if energy cannot be destroyed or created, 

 In this final thought I am elated, 

 Our friend the Explorer a gift did give, 

 Through our hearts he continues to live. 

The Veil of Time

 

Time is the perception of space, 

Measuring speed crossing distance.

 Without the perception of space, 

 Time could not exist. 

 Crossing between old and new, 

 Traveling between right and left, 

 Yet if in physics there is no size, 

 Then travel occurs in thought. 

 Thought creates the boundaries, 

 Between the lines of time. 

 For thought would fall apart, 

 In seeing all states present at once.

 Human eyes cannot see, 

 What is not first seen in the mind..

 Yet all that was and will be, 

 Was first conceived in thought. 

 All things created were thought of, 

 And thought is where all things are born.

 All of reality is Creation.

 Which could not exist without the Creator.

 Our breath holds balance against the vacuum, 

 As we rocket through space against the stars. 

 Our universe of pictures creates thought, 

 While thoughts manifest in pictures. 

 Retreating to the world of thought, 

 There is no acknowledgment of time. 

 When a day of joy passes in minutes, 

 And moments of terror last forever. 

 The heart stands immune to time, 

 Through the unbound strength of love. 

 Within that eternal realm, 

 Hearts in heaven and in Earth are one. 

 Life turns the pages of time, 

 Making illusion seem real through change. 

 Yet as change measures time in our thoughts, 

 The things that are true stay the same.

 Separation through space is illusion, 

 If in physics size does not exist. 

 In this way space, time and thought, 

 Are held as one in the hand of God. 

Exponentially

 What is seen comes from the unseen, 

 In the birth of a star from darkness,

 And the birth of a child from love, 

 Yet energy cannot be created, 

 Simply there are changes in form, 

 As it does find its way home, 

 Coming from God above. 

  The solid ground which is beneath us, 

 Which grants illusion of confidence, 

 Is made of atoms as thin as the air, 

 Yet the energy which holds up our feet, 

 Creates a balance of states, 

 Holding us in place, 

 With everything on Earth to bear. 

 Yet ever more powerful, 

 And mysterious all the same, 

 Is the energy flow between souls, 

 With forces measured by faith, 

 Through time love stands the test, 

 Unbound by life or death, 

 It is the only force keeping us whole. 

 Energy will enhane energy,

  In physics as well as life, 

 For a smile turns a spark into a flame, 

 And a word of strength one shared, 

 Is cherished by the heart, 

 Glifts of time we may impart, 

 Which never leave a soul the same. 

 Strings of energy spam the universe, 

 Without giving regard to time, 

 Such is the energy between hearts, 

 If one life inspires another, 

 The other gives several soul hope,

One of those conveys hope to the world, 

 And you are where this all got its start. 

Time

 A moment is captured, 

 In the eye of the heart, 

 For when moments pass, 

 Barriers arise, 

 Invisible to the eyes, 

 The moment disappears, 

 In between then and now. 

 Time energy travels,

 Both in particles and waves, 

 As each wave crests,

 Moments are lost in the troughs,

 Time particles piercing through, 

 Those moments display in memories, 

 They live forever in  each heart. 

We pierce through this veil,

 As a bird pierces through the water, 

Pulling forth each catch,

As we pull moments from time,

Glimpsing each moment's snapshot,

 The way God sees all of time clearly, 

 For He is immune to change. 

 Change defines who we are, 

 Yet reality would destroy our minds, 

 Without time's separation of moments, 

 Upon this staging ground of Earth,

 Where we can set good things in motion, 

 Which can add to the beauty of Heaven,

 While we find meaning in who we are. 

How We Think

 The complexity of the mind, 

 He's a wonder beyond compare. 

 Energies upon energy, 

Enfolded in beauty,

 Enshrined within a temple, 

 Our window to everywhere. 

 A physical organ,

 Hiding behind each face,

 Though all things physical, 

 Particles bound by touch of light, 

 Holding hands across the void, 

 Are mostly empty space. 

 These particles each have spin, 

 Right or left determine charge, 

 Charges building impulses, 

 In order and in beauty, 

 Sending control through the spine, 

 Chosen actions yours and mine. 

 Yet there is so much more, 

 There is the mind we cannot see. 

 There is a soul outside of dimensions, 

 For there is nothing to measure here, 

 Held between the heart and the mind, 

 It is all that is truly dear. 

 Eternal energy bound within energies, 

 Attuned to the spirit winds,

 Born within the heart of God, 

 For nothing else could make such things,

 Yet things have a common fate of ending, 

 Whereas our souls only begin. 

 With all these energies within us, 

 We sell amidst a sea of thought, 

 Connected with a universe of souls, 

 Bonded with a kiss to the heart of God, 

 Thoughts of love flow to the Song of Life,

 Energy from our hearts unto the whole.

The Potter's Hands

 In speaking with others, 

 Trapped in the day, 

 We cannot understand, 

 Coming back from tomorrow, 

 We cannot perceive, 

 Looking forward to the past,

 Within the lineage of moments, 

 Waiting all day for tomorrow, 

 Imagination lies trapped and stifled,

 Inside a fragment of possibility. 

 We are given free will to pray, 

 To God who is outside of time, 

 Not trapped within pages of the story, 

 Having to turn one by one, 

 God sees each spread before him, 

 Laid out upon the table, 

 Not limited in his focus, 

 Seeing decisions before they happen, 

 Knowing our joy before we feel it, 

 With patience God waits for us. 

 We ask in painful voices, 

 For things God already knows, 

  For needs God has already met, 

 We just have not seen the answer, 

 Trapped on the slow path in time, 

 Trying to catch up to the moment, 

 Where the answer finally comes clear, 

 Then we see the power of love, 

 Changing reality just like clay,

 Being shaped in the potter's hands. 

 And now comes the hidden truth, 

 For this love is a power God gave, 

 Even though we have weak hands,

 The heart never can fail,

 As we act in each others lives, 

 Making change that shakes the earth, 

 Spreading like fire between souls, 

 Which I see burning in your eyes, 

 Which is why nothing seems impossible, 

 When I see life through the heart. 

The Light of Death

 Imagine a light, 

 Which feeds the darkness, 

 Imagine a light, 

 From the crushing of life, 

 Within a dark star,

 Where physics is lost, 

 With gravity so great, 

 Nothing can escape, 

 With gravity so great, 

 Nothing survives.  

 There is a place, 

 Where reality ends,

 There is a place, 

 Time slows to a stop, 

 When matter comes in, 

 Dark energy leaves, 

 Through space and time, 

 Radiating out, 

Eating through time,

Winding down.

 This energy of entropy,
 Is it the reason for time?
 This energy of entropy,
 Is it the cause of change?
 Trees rising and falling,
 Lives beginning and ending,
 Where souls take shape,
 Standing on the edge of forever,
 Where  souls take shape,
 Upon this temporal stage.

 There is a great force,
 Countering energy of change,
 There is a force,
 Against which nothing can stand,
 For the meaning of love,
 Is letting go of fear,
 It is the beginning of creation,
 From which reality flows,
  It is the beginning of creation,
 Overcoming death itself.

 Love is true light,
 Only coming from the heart,
 Love is true life,
 Only seen from the heart,
 Bending the laws of physics,
 Changing the rules of time,
 Life becomes renewed,
 From the force that never falters,
 Life becomes renewed,
 Outshining the light of death.

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. 

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.

Requirements

 It all depends on what you are looking for.

I wrote this walking to this place, perhaps it was what I was looking for.

The canvas I hold is nothing,
Without the colors to paint a scene.
The palette you hold is nothing,
Without the canvas to show the dream.

The sun would be cold dark gas,
Without a spark to ignite the flame,
A spark could never last,
Without fuel to carry the flame.

The salt of the earth would explode,
If only the sodium were there,
With the poison of chloride unchecked,
None would survive to care.

Without change there could be no time,
As there would be no differences to measure,
Yet the difference teaches beauty to hearts,
In choosing beauty there is Heaven to treasure.

Spatial dimensions teach us perspective,
Though we can only see a trace,
The infinite confounds us,
Only time can limit space.

Time is an illusion,
The physical breeds confusion,
When lost from true perspective,
Concealing truth's objective,
With each other near and far,
Tracking towards the Infinite,
Here we discover who we are.