The Source of your Heart...

the door is between the words,
not the words themselves

the backdrop,
the Origin

where do they come from?
out of nothing

timeless
spaceless
invisible

out of thin air, we say...

very thin,
prior to "air"

masquerade ball

I thought I was a word!!!

oh oh oh my...
a word,
many words....

today
the cumbustion of words
igniting
smoke, fumes, flames arise

fireworks!

fooled,
tricked

worshipping the sparks themselves...

but isn't the real God,
the real awe
belong to
the Origin?

where oh where did they come from?

fireworks appear out of nothing
and we are enamored  by the snap, crackle, pop

but Who is this anonymous invisible Inventor?

we say it doesn't exist
because we can't see it

and it seems like it doesn't,
in comparison to images
of fireworks...

but is it true?

Doesn't it have to have a Source?

and what Power  must lie there?

we worship a trillion images today,
everywhere,
video addicted

but Love, oh Love!
dear Heart that still resides
at Your Very Center,

What but Infinite Love (beyond words Herself)
could create "a tree"?

and you
and me...

all made of the same basic stuff

water, soil, sun, air

ponder Love,

the Source 
of Your Heart......

be not fooled by  magic

you are not a body,

you
are
free...

far far far beyond any fireworks this world can dazzle