The Absolute Reflection

A day is never marked,

By a sunrise or sunset,

As these are just illusions,

Setting reality in mind.

For the truth about connections,

Is that hearts are never broken,

Souls are bound together,

Beyond the framework of time.

A memory of bird song,

May not be in the past,

As the heart can hear the singing,

In all the days to come.

Memories may be connections,

In the timeless scope of truth,

Where we are always bound,

In the mystery of song.

Two hearts drawn in love,

Are always bound together,

There is no longer a beginning,

And the magic never ends.

This can be the hearts of soul mates,

A student of life and God,

This can be the heart of family,

Or a strong bond between friends.

With all of life in balance,

In the scope of truth eternal,

No problem overshadows,

The true glory that exists.

For every soul is always,

And life goes on forever,

The simplicity of knowing that,

Is the strength of all that is.

Stripped Away

When things strip away,

Vision becomes clear,

Time becomes precious,

As we see life in truth,

With all who are near.

I do wonder why,

When people do suffer,

Why it must be,

Where it will go,

And when will be me.

For pain does exist,

All things have a purpose,

And pain joins our souls,

As we each reach out,

In the bond of love.

Circumstance fades,

And differences cease,

And all of our souls,

No matter where,

Become all that is real.

As we see life in truth,

With our borrowed breath,

Within physical illusion,

Of an energy image,

Perspective we test.

We are the gift,

We give to each other,

Each passing moment,

Another chance,

Another treasure.

Take joy in all pain,

Take joy in all pleasure,

Make joy being together,

For this is the magic,

That flows in life’s song.

Hand in Hand - For the President Lech Kaczynski and his wife Maria

For the President Lech Kaczynski and his wife Maria

April 10, 2015

Within their life,

They did share everything,

Beginning to end,

Two soul mates,

Until the last,

Two souls in flight,

They met their end,

Hand in hand.

They did not falter,

And showed their nation,

The spirit of life,

Fulfilled in love,

The spirit of strength,

Edification,

Before the world,

From a small nation,

Hand in hand.

Just boy and girl,

Nothing more simple,

Showing the world,

The profound,

And now I see them,

With closed eyes,

Beyond the skies,

On Heaven’s streets,

Both hand in hand.

By The Light of Your Candles

Written for the people of Poland in the loss of their beloved president Lech Kaczynski, his wife, and their cabinet officials in the crash of April 10, 2010

By Eric Visconti

I can see you standing there,

Together in your streets,

I can feel you standing there,

Embraced within your grief,

Shaken and in shock,

Stricken with silence,

In a time void of words,

An endless moment of darkness,

For the ones who have given guidance,

Are never coming home,

Taken to the air in travel,

To be taken to a place of remembrance,

Taken from the people in a moment,

Without a sign of warning,

Leaving all in morning,

Flowers and candles form a mosaic,

A growing tapestry of sorrow,

Laid upon the street,

I can see you standing there,

Lining the streets near every door,

I can see you standing there,

As you have in years before,

For when I was in sorrow,

When the towers were struck down,

You came in to your streets,

From every town,

With candles in hand,

Hearts burning in place,

I could see the light of your fire,

I could see it from space,

I could feel the warmth of your hearts,

Within the sorrow that was mine,

I can feel the warmth of your hearts,

From across the distance of time,

I am standing by your side,

We are standing together in spirit,

As your leader was returned,

I was with you,

As your leaders knelt by his coffin,

I was with you,

As his daughter knelt by her daddy,

I was with you,

In the days that lie ahead,

I am with you,

Our hearts here and yours there,

Beat as one,

For our grief binds us together,

As does our joy,

For as this darkness came,

Testing all we could handle,

I could see the way,

The light of truth,

The power of the heart,

By the light of your candles.

Just Listen

 

The voices,

Of the hearts,

Of the rhythm,

From the start,

Feeds the waves,

Of the raves,

Of life that craves.

From the voices,

Making choices,

Amidst the noises,

Making silence,

Filling meaning,

With ears ringing,

Blocking us,

From those beside us.

Stop and listen,

Magic will glisten,

Showing stars,

Within your days,

Allowing life,

To surpass strife,

Bringing meaning,

From wisdom gleaning,

And heart singing,

To all your days.

So to others,

And to yourself,

Give your heart’s ear,

And nothing else,

Through the laughter,

And the cries,

You will make out,

The Voice on High,

So let it dawn,

It is not gone,

It is life’s song.

Soul in Bloom

Can a rose grow backwards?

Will the sun set in the east?

Can the waves flow from shore?

Is there beauty in the beast?

Nothing set in motion,

Can proceed without a passion,

Or progress without emotion,

For life is a simple love.

The simple is most profound,

As there is no such thing as size,

Which most will not surmise,

When looking at their woes.

There is no limit to love,

No limitation to living,

Even strolling the same garden,

Is never the exact same path.

And so our spirits grow,

As growth never comes easy,

Through trials and through pain,

Wisdom finds beauty in truth.

For each day the sun rises,

The world is never the same,

Filled with joy and with pain,

Painted again by the same hands.

And so we find the truth,

That thought changes reality,

Reality changes each life,

Through love within God’s plan.

Never Enough

 

In sharing life,

I live mine well,

So much to see,

What is will be.

What is to come,

No one can tell,

I live today,

So much to say.

I never thought,

Life was so grand,

Mysteries near,

Becoming clear.

With my soul mate,

I do now stand,

My heart does live,

From all she gives.

Perhaps I've lived,

Far to much,

The more I write,

I gain more sight.

For this I'm glad,

Will say as such,

For life is living,

And always giving.

The Silent Strings

I have passed this old violin for days in a nearby shop, reluctant to pick up such a delicate thing in my hands which have broken pick axes.  The violin is gone now, to be part of a time capsule I am told, but the music still plays on in my mind.

In silence within its case,

In silence so sublime,

No longer to see its face,

To be part of a capsule of time,

The strings once placed are silent,

The strings music did impart,

The music plays on in memory,

The music plays within my heart.

Memories contained within wood,

Memories of a skillful hand,

Once played by a country fire,

Perhaps played as part of a band,

In orchestra finding purpose,

In orchestration we have our parts,

As music gives to our souls,

And music our souls impart.

Let seeds be planted in the soul,

For seeds aspire to the sky,

As strings join to form a whole,

As strings sing the answer why,

Coming from the Great Composer,

Coming from Heaven above,

For all music sings from the heart,

All music sings of love.