Gentle heart, existing on a stream, flowing down the mountain and all the way to me. God exists at every point in space, and it goes to follow that He exists at every point in spacetime. So when i talk out to Him, frequencies converge, and He speaks back to me in a way that resonates a little more clearly. This happens with practice.
My love also exists in spacetime, and speaking to that physical address, he, too, changes his tune, just a little, and we establish a relationship. But what on everything and nothingness? Existence presupposes, at least, an amount of nothingness, which implies that, outside of those bound-aries, another amount of nothingness would exist.
This would create a potential difference—something shifts from one level of nothingness to the next. That something moves in both directions, and, because we are dealing with two different shapes of nothingness, various overlap occurs. That overlap leads to waves, which lead to more and more frequencies, which identify different places in what is now spacetime.
Furthermore, the overlap completely cancels in places, forming a point of nothingness. That nothingness experiences it’s own potential difference, but this time it is bounded by something instead of nothing—and nothing bounded by something becomes it’s own something, in a different form. Everything and nothingness, then, arises from an amount of nothingness, and the universe lives.
So i reach out, dear heart, to my friend,
and we modulate the continuum.
We have each other, then, to defend—
I pound upon my little tin drum.
You have it from me, he’s gone to seed
and i wonder who she is speaking of.
it happens: we take more than we need;
we borrow, and forego the law of love.
Eventually, you will resonate
with the wrong frequency, and fade,
prematurely, from what got here too late—
a body that the good in us forbade.
I treat the shade with love and respect,
God is perfect, and we are both happy
with the events that we go to protect;
Hence there is no way to tell if he
is fundamentally bad or good—
since we, as sinners, are all forgiven.
We might yearn to prove what we should
through a child, but to ignore our zen
by wanting what we can’t have is a sin—
jealousy, to be precise. the evidence,
then, is in the beliefs we hold within,
and the private, still small voice we fence,
the right amount of doubt to keep us honest
with ourselves. And if i should mourn
the loss of a loved one? He’s at rest,
having gone to his reward. I’m reborn,
along with the universe around me,
and everything assumes its place.