The Tenth Die

 

In his hands the dice were rolled,

Seemingly random as if a game,

Each die taking shape of thought,

Every one rolling its will unto His,

Dimensions in His hands cast forth,

Three were rolled for the physical world,

Another three for Heaven's perfect realm,

And also another place taking form,

The only place without Him,

Freedom within the physical,

Creating creation in the game given,

Walking to and from without thinking,

Walking without realizing the unseen,

Stepping through the same space as others,

Others stepping through us unseen,

The tenth die was lost for a time,

Lost until sin entered into the world,

And at that time He released time,

Thrown from His hand into ours,

A gift released to us in love,

As the tenth die once lost was thrown,

And as it was meant to be,

The tenth die will be taken up.

Bombay Beach

Kokomo, of musical fame, does not exist.

Bombay Beach is real.

Marked upon a map,

Beside a sea of salt,

The binocular symbol beckons,

As a beacon unto travelers,

About the place to see,

Along this desert sea.

A colorful sign presents,

As you take your turn to tell,

And telling signs in the distance,

Show pictures of the past,

Abandoned boarded homes,

With cars parked anew.

You find a place to enter there,

Quietly exiting your car,

Entering reluctant into the heat,

On a white beach of sand,

A sand that crunches strangely,

The way that snow does not.

In the distance over the waters,

The very still waters reflecting,

The sounds of birds deflecting,

Calling out with whispered voices,

“Aaaayyeeee!”

“Aaayyeeee!”

And now the gazes appear,

The strange gazes of the silent,

Looking at you without blinking,

Looking at you in the heat,

Staring at you in your heartbeat,

While they do not even sweat.

As fear creeps inside you,

With a quiet stilling of the heart,

You run towards the storefront abandoned,

Trying the locked door before you,

Seeing nothing but darkness within,

As something is banging to get out.

Back to the beachfront you run,

For a clear safe vision around you,

Then noticing the faces in white,

Amidst the tiny bones of sand,

Eyeless and withered mouths open,

As their voices whisper, “Staaayyyee…”

Grasping the map from your pocket,

To see where indeed you have come,

The binocular marked scenic view,

With both circles now U’s turned over,

Now clearly marks “Silenced View”,

As the sun’s rays weaken your stance.

The silent strangers observe you,

Never blinking as the sun whitens,

While their baby in bassinet brightens,

Slowly turning in steady stare,

Smile slowly spreading on his lips,

As the sun bleaches out your view.

As the brightness fades back to vision,

You have a clear vision of the sea,

Clearly seeing your rust eaten car,

As you are standing as one with the strangers,

While the sun sets into still waters,

With the sea rising over your smile.

Goodnight, Sweet Souls

Technology creates tools, but sometimes the tool creates dependency.

As the obsessive habit of taking selfies became identified as a mental disorder

by a panel of psychologists, we have further scientific studies revealing that children

using smartphones become less able to identify human emotional expression as time 

goes by.  Meanwhile, as data transference replaces learning, one must wonder if we 

are advancing as a species or beginning to regress.

We are gathered together,

Faces of a feather,

Embracing our world,

Through screens filtered,

Shaking cyber hands,

Speaking in text,

Replacing what is learned,

With data transferred,

And then lost,

With such a cost,

As we loose the way,

To converse,

Knowing expression,

Inflection,

Embraces,

And warmth,

We are people,

Loosing our way.

People,

All sorts,

Different ways,

Different thoughts,

Beliefs,

Unto anger,

On to peace,

On through love,

Relief,

For the masses,

Where they pass,

Through life,

Away from strife,

Peace,

Out in the noise,

Electric toys,

Screens of data,

Glass of illusions,

Mirages,

We seek our way,

On through the fray,

Within the storm,

Tattered and worn,

Tired,

Lost ever faster,

Serving our master,

Though name unknown,

Seen through a phone,

Fired,

Our hearts ablaze,

Love is the way,

For hearts can see,

What is to be,

Freedom,

We find our way,

God’s heart to say,

We seek His plan,

With outstretched hand,

And so we live,

With much to give,

In love.

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 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 Weight of Time

"If gravity and light both hold a complimentary nature of being observable in waves or particles, both energy particles have no true weight, and gravity has affect on both time and light, then would a greater understanding of time be achieved by factoring it into mathematical models using the similar parameters of photons and gravitons?"

Time is a mysterious thing,

Trapping us in the present,

With memory of the past,

And no future to see.

All things are in motion,

As everything is of mass,

Mass is composed of energy,

Moving in time to be.

Gravity is tied to motion,

The living abiding in gravity,

And gravity facilitating motion,

Giving measurement of time.

The motion of the living,

Is bathed within light,

Radiating all things,

Within the darkness to shine.

Atoms in the darkness,

Lift their electrons gaining energy,

Eventually loosing force,

As a photon of light.

Perhaps gravity does the same,

Creating attraction between bodies,

So that we stay close together,

In the darkness of night.

Now light and gravity,

Both being in particles and waves,

Share another common factor,

In having no mass.

So if one affects time,

In curving its line,

Could the other affect properties,

And allow us to pass?

To know what is,

And to know what was,

Is easy in comparison,

To knowing what will be.

But the perspective of light,

Was created for vision,

Though we use very little,

For with which to see.

With bending these forces,

A door may swing open,

In the energy of reality,

So that we may walk through.

Yet when reentering our universe,

Through a different doorway,

Upon your arrival,

What would you do?

So if God is eternal,

He is outside of time,

And can see all our futures,

Just as we see today.

So whatever you may face,

If there is such a guide,

Just reach out to Him,

To see what He may say.