Bindings of Light

 

Our souls are written,
Through our actions,
Our words splash paint,
Across the canvas of night,
As creation changes form,
Energies molded by anger,
Futures fashioned by fire,
While our souls stand apart,
Shaped only through love,
The only power strong enough,
To cast shadows of light,
The only light pure enough,
To dispel the rule of darkness,
Making death an afterthought,
Through bonds beyond infinite,
As souls change willingly,
Within the light of others,
So that faces of the past,
Etch upon future minds unseen,
Becoming more than ourselves,
Through the bindings of light,
In the beat of surrounding hearts,
Standing as individuals,
We are one.

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.

Thread of Seconds

 (I took this, by the way.)

A few nights ago I was listening to Nikki Six talk about Bowie and how he approached death.  He did not sit down and give up, he kept doing what he always did, and wrote about the final journey he was about to take.  In my opinion he explored death through his last album, as he explored everything else through music.  That was the gift of Blackstar.  Death is not the end.  God made life eternal or it would have never been real.

Whisper silent,

A breath of wind,

String of seconds,

Energy strings,

Bio-magic,

Corporeal beings,

Pulse,

Blood,

Brain,

Breath,

Mind,

Heart,

Soul,

Death,

Magic in the Void,

Energy in space,

Suspended in nothing,

Velocity race,

A thousand miles a second,

In a temporal wind,

A thousand hearts beckoned,

By passion within,

Time,

String,

Particle,

Bound,

Energy,

Space,

Meaning,

Found,

Strings that form our atoms,

Strands within time,

Only a place to begin,

Exploration never ends,

Mystery’s invitation sends,

Power to perceive beyond,

Exploring with only the mind,

The heart is navigation,

Infinite,

Imagined,

Energy,

Expression,

Rapid,

Unleashed,

Inspired,

Progression,

Exploring the mysteries,

Which the spirit can know,

The heart leads the mind,

Where bodies can’t go.

Slipping Through

The structure of solid matter is mostly empty space, with each atom having great gulfs of distance between the nucleus and each electron in orbit.  What if there was a slight change in that bond?

Solid ground,

Such a delicate thing,

Atoms bound,

On an energy string,

Delicate bonding,

Lighter than air,

But you don’t care,

You don’t care.

Take for granted,

What you can see,

Not foreseeing,

What could be,

A slight imbalance,

In the weak embrace,

And nothing holds you,

In time and space.

Flaming,

Raining,

Sight and sound,

Burning,

Turning,

No up and down,

Dreaming,

Screaming,
No dark or light,

No hot or cold,

Left or right.

Hands of time,

The sweetest peace,

No reason rhymes,

No sweet release,

The void within,

Is hope without,

No leverage point,

To turn about.

Matter’s grip,

Slipping fast,

A vision scene,

Through quantum glass,

The Earth dissolves,

All faces gone,

Dimensions shatter,

Fall through matter.

Faster,

Faster,

Falling,

Falling,

Senses shattered,

Time is scattered,

Flaming,

Flaming,

Through energies fall,

Nothing,

Nothing,

Brightness of black,

Silence of scream,

No going back,

Inescapable dream.

No up or down,

Left or right,

Light or dark,

In endless flight,

In freefall up,

Through sky below,

Reality gone,

No soul could know.

Our grip is weak,

To earthly world,

One tiny slip,

Through darkness hurled,

Our only grip,

Right from the start,

Comes through love,

Through the heart.

Flaming,

Raining,

Sight and sound,

Burning,

Turning,

No up and down,

Living,

Loving,

The only way,

The balance holds,

The living day.

The Divinity of Time

 With the difficulty in life that time brings, what is the purpose of time?

What if time was a necessity to perfect love within our imperfect hearts?

Where fear meets wonder,

And sorrows blend with joy,

Time holds a mystery,

For all who will contemplate,

Seeing clearly without the eyes,

Hearing clear the vision of sound.

For time may be a realm of passage,

The untouchable forth dimension,

Through which imagination sees heroes,

Traversing the unthinkable,

For the sake of love,

A force much greater than life.

Yet time may be an energy force,

Stemming from an undiscovered source,

Manifesting in particles and waves,

Causing hours to pass like minutes,

While people are born,

And trees bear their fruit.

Time conveys burdens of sorrow,

With the appearance of illness,

The weakening of the body,

And the separation of souls,

When a loved one departs,

Never leaving our hearts.

We look upon the mystery in tears,

Raising our cries to the Most High,

Our fists clenched in anxiety,

As our heads lower to the Earth,

In all appearance of defeat.

For why must time be?

If we can only be for a time,

Entering into life with a breath,

Breathing out our soul into space,

The Undiscovered Country on horizon,

Containing more than we ever knew.

Time must exist because of love,

Growing in our imperfect hearts,

Challenges and tragedy to surmount,

Redefining boundaries and definition of life,

Becoming the energy making eternity real,

Returning us perfected unto Love.

The Weight of Thought

“The eye can never free what is real, from the throbbing of human time.”

- St. John Paul II from his poem, “Proper Weight”.

Within each person,

Resides something shapeless,

Without form or color,

With all colors and forms,

Loud within its silence,

Without measure in simplicity.

This is something,

Beginning from nothing,

Becoming all things,

The thought residing in us,

Becoming life from us,

Melting light into truth.

Nothing captures this immensity,

Which each soul faces alone,

While trying to express in words,

Exposing glimpses with shards of light,

And all of the colors of the world,

Form a fraction of the palette of thought.

Thought is formed of energy,

As rock is only energy,

Two opposing wills of force,

Resisting blows received,

Until the fire of the heart,

Bends the rock beneath the mind.

Yet the rock is but an image,

Seeming solid in its strength,

Simplicity bonded in energy,

Which yields to the human hand,

As the image within the mind,
Grapples further with the soul.

And yet the rock is one of many,

Among an ocean of human souls,

Forming currents upon this rock,

Warmed in space of the circling sun,

Spinning accurately through the infinite,

Of a thought within God’s mind.

Thought is only energy,

As energy is mass in motion,

Mass in motion carries weight,

Weight deepens wells of perspective,

Drawing the soul within the solitude,

That we may find ourselves.

The Sound of Light

The following poem is dedicated to Carthy.

The light of God's glory is beyond human comprehension.

We will know the true scope of it when we see Him.

Can you hear over the light?

The immense sound of the light,

Like singing, thunder, and wind,

Drowning out all other sound,

All that remains is the heartbeat of life,

And the beautiful sound of light.

Can you feel the light?

The unspeakable beauty of light?

Without words it touches the heart,

With fingers soft upon the skin,

Yet sharp as blades upon the mind,

For it reaches out to the soul,

Light is through the heart to the soul.

Can you see the sound?

Beyond words or notes of music,

Overcoming all with silence,

A silence beyond words,

Seen through the eyes of the heart,

Expressed in the motion of love,

Love defined by the infinite truth.

Can you feel the sound?

For all the seconds of the infinite,

Are the particles of energy,

Forming all the fields of  matter,

Mattering to the mind,

Changing through eternity,

And here but for a moment,

While we travel back to the start.