The Sun Frames The Picture

A changing universe of ideas in motion, is like the potter moulding a pot to find the space is what matters.

THE SUN FRAMES THE PICTURE

The French Riviera,
An Italian siesta,
The Arc de Triumph,
Are monuments of culture,
The perfect picture,
Of an adventure,
Of a time,
Where life was carefree,
Flowing like fine wine.

Take off your dark glasses,
So that I can see through the disguise,
The eyes tell a thousand stories,
A thousand stories are distilled,
Selectively,
As we choose what we see,
And see what we choose.

See it and you’ll believe it,
Is the filter of present reality,
Places limits on finality,
Defines cause and effect,
But what of believing it,
To see it,
Creating a reality,
Without limits,
In the sky of your dreams.

Einstein was relative to the absolute,
He was resolute yet astute,
He was firm yet flexible,
He was expansive yet lateral,
He was experimental yet tactical,
For his world was without boundaries,
His thoughts were shooting stars between the beads of perspiration,
Sparkling with inspiration,
As he just flowed,
Around what was not known,
Without resistance,
But persistence,
And insistence,
That this was not real.

As he opened to mirrors,
The illusion of time,
Size, speed, distance,
The variables of existence,
Appear solid,
Appear as a state,
In perpetual motion,
An ocean of quarks,
Appear dark,
When its too late.

Flowing down the Riviera of time,
Is it the stream of life?
Or the life in the stream,
Which gleams as if a reflection,
As the sun shines the diamonds of light,
The magic of sight,
Filters another reality of refraction,
Floating on the kite of thoughts in action,
That frame the picture,
That makes sense of nature,
For in truth the molecules are vibrating,
In time,
Relative to one another,
In harmony with the lover,
Which binds the eco system under cover,
As the energy echoes the voice of change,
As the energy fore-shadows a new stage,
The shallows and space form the page,
An endless text,
For space is context,
Contextualized space,
Smooth yet abrasive gives orientation,
Contrast and colour gives information,
Extends who we are,
Defines who you are,
In the room of your dreams.

You can be anything,
You are everyone,
You are special,
You are the sun,
That brings warmth and light,
Love and sight,
Which shapes the world like an old potter,
Which feels the earth and soil,
Fires the kiln,
Oils the wheels of progress,
As your luck turns,
No coincidences you’ve learned,
In the heart of your night,
I feel your plight,
My love is the kite,
The flight of our second sight,
feels real tonight