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.

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

Reality's Illusion

"Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one." - Albert Einstein

Time confounds the space of things,

And illuminates with illusion,

That nothing is for real,

As all fades into night,

Within the metronome of thunder,

And the pendulum of light.

For we pass within the light of day,

Not seeing those who were,

Walking on the same ground,

With invisible closed doors,

Picturing in terms of now,

All who were before.

Time counts footsteps in this corridor,

Raising walls between each hallway,

Not seeing all that was still is,

Blocked by the forces of entropy,

Concealing all that was from is,

And all that is to be.

We realize the scope within our minds,

And the affect upon decisions,

For all is vast without limits,

And that knowledge removes confusion,

Seeing our place in perpetuity,

Understanding reality’s illusion.