Beyond Time and Distance

 Our power to resolve is limited, 

 The smaller an object is, 

 More power is needed to see it, 

 The more we use such power, 

 The easier the object is destroyed,

 Opening a truth to physical reality, 

 There are no limits too small and large, 

 Thus there is no such thing as size, 

 And if there is no such thing as size, 

 There is no such thing as distance. 

 Within our physical illusion, 

 Time is needed to cross distance, 

 Yet if distance is not real, 

 Our illusion is one of change, 

 Yet in our world of changing, 

 We except that God is everywhere, 

 Yet perhaps in all his power, 

 He has traveled everywhere at once, 

 But within our limited strength, 

 We have been to many places, 

 So if we remove the factor of time, 

 We are seen in many places at once. 

 In this we visit the spiritual, 

 Perfected passed our physical weakness, 

 When we touch the face of God, 

 Upon leaving the bounds of earth, 

 Travel would be a thought, 

 Without lumbering our physical bodies, 

 Unbound by times constraint, 

 In the unlimited power of love. 

 In this we see the truth, 

 Though trapped by our own senses,

 In this our three dimensions, 

 Unable to see the parallels, 

 Where God’s heart sings in love, 

 Where life and death are meaningless, 

 And love has bound all souls, 

 Where there are no boundaries, 

 To imagination or love, 

 And in the song of life, 

 Impossibility fades away. U

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. 

Perception Filter

Are the things we see, 

 What we wish to see, 

 Or are they really there? 

 The sun traverses the sky, 

 Or is it the Earth spinning? 

 Are solid objects solid?

 Or is reality grinning? 

 Are your walls standing still, 

Traveling thousands of miles an hour?

 They are appearing still, 

 As you are traveling with them, 

 Through time and space, 

 In our solar system, 

 And yet that system travels faster still, 

 Around the center of the galaxy, 

 A beautiful thrill. 

 What appears a dull gray rock, 

 Is indeed a sparkling dance, 

 Energy holding hands, 

 Twirling in the space of matter, 

 The air around us, 

 Always full of charge, 

 With many answers coming, 

 The mystery remains at large, 

 Yet physics is just a reflection, 

 Of the complexities of life, 

 While circumstances are nearing, 

 The heart is always endearing,

 Remaining faithful to God above, 

 Our source of enduring love, 

 When all of life seems a kilter, 

  Truth burns through perception's filter. 

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 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.

An Instant in Forever

A day only lasts a day,
But the light keeps moving,
As it continues to shine.
Everlasting and unending,
Warmth and life sending,
Just as the life of souls,
Never parted when joined.

Time apportioned is for needs,
Organizing the tasks we make,
Understanding why things fade,
As entropy does take its place,
Yet entropy is only an image,
For all images come and go,
While truth is everlasting.

Energy continues as always,
For energy can not be destroyed,
We can not understand its source,
Though the face of love never ages,
And the Lord of Time never changes,
As we follow free will in His plan,
Understanding joy hand in hand,
As forever unfolds in beauty.

The Temporal Lie

Feet are never facing down,

While walking upon the Earth,

Gravity gives us that illusion,

To help deal with confusion,

But not with the physical,

Which seems physical all the time,

Yet touched upon in messages,

Upon the walls of time.

These corridors we travel,

Backpedaling forward,

As none can travel forward,

In a continuum of all directions,

Though trapped within the moment,

We stride within our race,

Constricted within illusion,

From the magnificence of space.

Our words are meaningless sounds,

In which meanings are agreed,

As we relate within confusion,

An ocean of distractions,

In the quest of life truths,

For only ideas can be pure,

As we sort with borrowed breath,

Dividing the clear from the obscure.

Observed walls of dimensions,

Are but a paper house,

Thinly veiling the incalculable,

Within the continuous unheard howling,

Beyond which the Absolute,

Existing from before the start,

Orchestrates music of infinity,

From love within the heart.

And so we see ourselves,

A brief flicker in the darkness,

Yet the truth is in the heart,

Our souls will ever shine,

Adding to eternal music,

Though we thought we could never,

For our every thought and deed,

Shapes life’s song forever.

Potential

What can be done today,

Is missing from tomorrow,

A challenge overcome,

For challenges to come,

One gives way to the other,

As potential energy realized,

Becomes energy in the real,

Reality around us,

Altering the path to come,

Changing who we are,

Just a bit,

Just a little bit,

For once today is past,

Its ghost escapes our grasp,

Yet the things we have done,

Form ground for things to come,

And if Heaven is a real place,

Then what’s to come is perfect,

Leaving things to do now,

Which only exist in imperfection,

As none will need help in Heaven,

None will require learning,

Nothing will need to be created,

As all will be in perfect beauty,

Forever.

What enters our souls,

Carries greater effect,

Than what enters our bodies,

As changes in who we are,

Form changes in reality,

Forming change in others still,

Stilling the chilling truth,

That everything matters,

Just a bit,

Sometimes more,

For the energy of hidden thought,

Exists in the reality of life,

Showing time in reality,

With no forwards or back,

As all is seen together,

In the reality of this universe,

In the reality of God’s sight,

Beyond the illusion of our vision,

Trapped in the veil of entropy,

Using borrowed breath,

So that in a short space of time,

We gather meaning in purpose,

Gathering souls in our hands,

Adding love to life’s song,

Eternally.

Absolute

 Reality is often confused as only being that which can be seen.

From Pope John Paul II on April, 18, 1982:   "Yes, consecrated souls, among the people of this generation, who are so immersed in the relative, you must be voices that speak of the absolute."

Concrete,

Cities,

Sidewalks,

Lanes,

Cars,

Cycles,

Subways,

Trains.

Television,

Media,

Smartphones,

Connect,

Emotions,

Support,

Comfort,

Neglect.

Thunder,

Lightening,

Wind,

Waves,

Stars,

Forests,

Mountains,

Caves.

Money,

Power,

Fortune,

Fame,

Pursuit,

Material,

Wealth,

Gain.

The world is relative,

God is absolute.