The Universe Speaks in Whispers
The Universe Speaks in Whispers, it is the soft caress of the hydrogen atom as it glances off the star’s gravity field or the Nebula as it coalesces from its gaseous form to become a future Galaxy.
The whispers give rise to Creation in all its myriad of forms. It is the birth of a star system from which life will spring forth and possibility shall unfold. The Universe whispers into the very spirit of man; giving purpose and fueling our desires. The Universe speaks in the language of mathematics which are the artistic symbols of the reverberations of love which we hear and feel within our fragile form. For in the beginning there was sound and it beget matter; giving rise to you and to me.
Within each of us is a pool of kinetic energy; it awaits the spark to manifest its potential. The endless thoughts flow as a continuum in time, moments captured, manipulated and reinterpreted to suit our need to fulfill our destiny. History becomes our future not yet written, the alternate lines of reality. For within our creative pool resides a kernel of love which powers our hopes and keeps alive our dreams.
The Universe Speaks in Whispers; for man must quiet his mind to hear. It is the gentle neutrino as it passes through space, it is the delicate quark bound in the atom. For in our Universe much we do not understand, but the human heart can speak the language of the Universe and knows what it demands. Its gentle whispers are for the man who knows his soul’s worth in the cosmic marketplace and barters not for trinkets but the secrets of humanity.
It is our action; the very creation of reality and our character which the Universe weighs upon the scale of providence, for it is balanced in true harmony. One truth to rule for eternity; the true seeker a wise and humble soul. For when the Universe whispers it is the heart which hears most clearly and acts in accordance with its wishes. Of purity and grace seeking to unleash the cosmos within, time has no meaning in this realm, for when the Universe Speaks in Whispers she seeks a joining of spirits in boundless energy; in concord diversity, hurling us towards our destiny
In boundless love… JFK