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. 

Distance

Distance is the time,

It takes to traverse space,

Yet time is an invention,

Created to measure change,

Velocity is required,

To change place in space,

Yet position and velocity,

Won't measure at the same time.

Yet distance implies size,

Which does not exist in physics,

Though we can only see,

What we can resolve,

Yet it takes energy to see,

Which is the same as matter,

Which Einstein understood,

In his most famous equation.of all.

So what is the matter,

If matter is the same as energy,

As energy adds weight,

To all things with mass?

It is that all things are particles,

Made of energy rotating in strings,

Connected at each end,

To yet other strings of energy.

So as all things are formed,

Of energy in structure,

With energy between them,

In what is seen as empty space,

Then there can be no real distance,

As there is always real connection,

It is if as all things,

Are always face to face.

This is why two hearts together,

Never can be separated,

Even when they are standing,

On continents apart,

For the energy connecting,

Every one of us and God,

Is exactly the reason why,

I can feel your heart.

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.

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. 

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. 

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 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.

Bringer of Darkness

I do not fear the Bringer of Darkness,
as I serve the Creator of Light.

Within a state of flux,

It is everywhere and nowhere,

Both in and out of time,

Touching all of our time streams.

No eyes with to see,

It can see us in the night,

Never needing sleep,

Filling fears into dreams.

When our eyes do wake,

Within the twilight blur,

A glimpse of darkened form,

Is all that we may see.

A shapeless motion movement,

From the corner of the eye,

Unsettled dust in motion,

In daylight comes to be.

Companion of the darkness,

With fear as its blood,

Pumped with eternal fury,

Within a heart of pain.

Looks for peace to devour,

With the bait of doubt,

And our souls in the balance,

With all to loose or gain.

In the shadow of the companion,

I continue on my journey,

For many cry out in darkness,

As only pain they see.

So that through the words God gives,

With my wife by my side,

We may shine light into darkness,

That these souls may be free.

Fear

Where there is no love, fear reigns.

Your footsteps sound an echo,

The rhythm is not quite right.

Motion follows vision,

Or just a trick of light.

Your shadow sticks nearby,

The normal one you see,

While whispers in the silence,

Confirm what cannot be.

Cold flows from the shadows,

Spreading across the floor,

Escaping an airless room,

Through barely open door.

No sound can now be heard,

The crickets stopped their song,

While the voice within your heart,

Warns all of this is wrong.

Shadows point to shadows,

As true within the night,

While yours behaves quite oddly,

Angled towards the light.

In passing your reflection,

Conscience may not think,

As eyes close for an instant,

Your image does not blink.

Ice fingers touch your skin,

As delicate as a dream,

And wordless sound falls from you,

Within a shattered scream.

For some doors once open,

Can never be closed again,

This world hides in plain sight,

What is seldom known by man.

Things which seem unreal,

Which never could be near,

Are often walking with you,

Much closer than your fear.