Blessed by a Divine Deity…
Whose plan was for you to shine…
Upon your fellow man…
But when one touches the sky…
And surpasses the grasp…
That tethers us to this land…
One becomes reborn…
Amongst the stars…
A gift to all…
Little did you know…
Just how much hope…
You instilled in me…
Where each week would end in a drained me…
Looking up to the stars…
Knowing your legacy…
Finished writing this piece.
Draft Below
https://silentscholar.com/2015/01/12/programming-the-universe-draft/
“Programming the Universe {Multiverse}”
Light…
Is all this just math…?
Or is this patchwork of processes….
Blessed by a Divine Mass…?
Or perhaps all by chance…
Faith beckons me to step back…
And ponder on the place of man…
Within the strands of this perfect program…
Parse through each data point…
To find some logic…
And anoint a joint force…
From this masterful process…
Access to the Divine code…
The strings behind all known and unknown…
The finite glows…
Echo back a past…
That we’ve yet to fully grasp…
For light speed only gives us their memories…
In a shift of red we read their histories…
And wonder where we shall be amongst this tapestry…
Just a hairline in time…
Revealed through texts…
And codified by all lives…
Apprised by this precious gift of life…
Light…
Is all this just math…
Or is this patchwork of processes….
Blessed by a Divine Mass…
Or perhaps all by chance…
Faith beckons me to step back…
And ponder on the place of man…
Within this perfect program…
Parse through each data point…
To find some logic…
And anoint a joint force…
From this masterful prose…
Access to the Divine code…
The strings behind all known and unknown…
All these pieces hold onto a single thought…
A single memory that tempts me to believe…
That if I could piece back together these pieces of me…
I would be able to see who I am…
So I grasp a piece…
Raise it up to my eyes…
I see…
A form of me I’ve been trying so hard to hide…
Those with sight are still blind…
For my smiles hide all pains inside…
You can’t see my heart…
Only this facade…
Well crafted “Art”…
Tailored to each individual part I must play…
Sadness is that stowaway…
Forever locked…
Keys exchanged for this scarred face…
Pain…
Intro: A little experimental. Our shared faiths…
Love & Faith…
Beams from beanstalk seeds…
Birth beneath erupts rosaries…
Each speak of beliefs in Beings…
Paths rooted in need…
A reason to be…
Foreseen through infinite means…
As this scene means more than what we see…
For faith has but one tree…
From which all beliefs be…
Bumbling beeing humbly meet…
Mix scents into similes…
My belief…
Yours and in between…
Shared seeds…
Faiths’ finity is so sweet…
Intro {Poetic}:
They say the laws of physics are never invented…
Principles of uncertainty beckon me to wonder what is real and what is theory…?
The mechanics of time and space have long been debated and weighted by great minds who seem at a loss for how and why…?
What guides these loose strings of time…?
What is their relation to life…?
Should we even think in such terms…?
What about the beauty…?
Imagine…
Time’s fine twine is in tatters now, but beauty is still profound…
Notice the strings as they come unbound from the vacuum of supposed non-sounds…
Collisions of particles bound by atomic clouds…
Primordial crowns that pulsate through the night…
Imagine the Divine Might behind this show of lights…
Where the lines drawn between energy and matter no longer matter….
Particles scatter…
And the double helix ladders that make up us…
Have the imprints of a Higher Being that can’t be seen…
Yet Whose grace can be observed…
Perhaps the very words of our Holy Books and Hadeeths can shed light upon these mysteries…
My belief…Every single soul has been imbued with the power of love and ability to spread peace…
I notice that through all this organized chaos, speaks a form of speech that transcends any weak bonds from those wrinkles in time…
The beauty of The Divine is part of the very twine which we try to endlessly define…
No matter how the lines and equations shall be drawn, I’ll always find a reason to pause..
Just an individual soul…Reflecting on the majesty bestowed upon all of us…
The birth of star…
Dare I say I’ve seen love in its purest forms…
From the embrace of a mother and child…
To the caress of lovers shine…
Bathed in the light of life…
From night to night…
All shades & stripes…
All forms of life…
Down to smallest microbe…
Clouds elast back and forth…
Forgo barriers a mor…
Love becomes the mode…
The valance…
Migrate towards happiness…
Charges begin to pulsate…
Ions find mates…
Courtship takes place…
Love makes life…
New bonds bathed in the light…
Of the Divine…
Release the heat…
So Mother Earth can be as She…
So we can witness belief…
Be forged once again…
Through toil and tend…
Make ammends with all beginnings & ends..
Silent Scholar 