Sunday, July 2, 2017


 How high is up, 
 And how far is away? 

What is not seen  first in the heart, 
 Is seldom found with the mind, 
 Scope has no limit,
 Except within the mind, 
 For the eyes can see barriers, 
 While the heart can see forever, 
 Yet even the universe, 
 Has no visible boundaries. 

 Where are the boundaries, 
 When things are unseen? 

Beneath the surface reflections,
Lie the depths of unseen truth.
 Here the eyes lose  authority, 
 And the way must be felt, 
 For touch can go far, 
 But only with the physical, 
 While the treasure of reality, 
 Lies beyond our fingertips.

 Is travel possible, 
 Without the need to move? 

 Motion is just an attempt, 
 To deal with the illusion of distance, 
  While we move in our futility,
 Hawking explores the universe, 
 As the knowledge of his condition, 
 Inspired exploration with his mind, 
 For the love within his heart, 
 Gave him the strength to persevere. 

 What is the mystery of love, 
 Which time has not unraveled? 

 Love manifests in reality, 
 Through the action of creation, 
 Love breaches the gates of Hell,
 Through the sacrifice of desires, 
 Love voids the power of death, 
 Through the joining of souls, 
 For a day not exploring love, 
 Truly is a day wasted. 

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