Tristan James Johns

The Bible proclaims the Alpha and Omega.
We often read this as the A to Z.
Yet, if we look closely, it looks like it’s the A to O(mega).
Mega is 1000 in our common language.
1000 year reign is also discussed in the Bible.
    Unless some fail.
    As many as the grains of sand upon the sea shore.
    Many Worlds theory, comes to mind.

Then there is the Wizard of OZ.
Who, behind the curtain, is just a man.
Below the waters, a man?
Above the waters, well, who knows?
A day to Jehovah, is as a 1000 years to humanity.
As Z goes to O,
    Does A come too? Above or Below?
If O can be sabotaged,
    Does O go to A?
    Can we keep O to Z for ourselves, tee-hee?

O looks like a circle, which is reminiscent of a cycle too.
A family in a house, becomes a home.
Yet, each members carries the world uniquely.
One may be like A to O.
    One may be like O to Z.
One may be like N to M.
    One may be like T to S.

Those lights within may vary in nature.
Together they carry a higher burden for a spiritual function.
To heal, to resurrect, to save,
To manifest a higher love.
Who plays to win, may hinder a higher victory.
Blind to the vision of the Above, some might move askew.

The sacred contracts,
Compared to the not-so-sacred contracts,
Can reveal much about the inclination of the heart.
Some step astray, yet in earnest faith.
Some move to swap and conquer,
At the cost of sweetness within.
The victory writes the history anyway, we often hear,
But, that’s just his story.

Above the ‘epic’ struggle,
A simple place established the foundations.
The dream is beautiful,
And is intended to reach all in time.
Yet the combination of deception and pride,
Can make simple things caustic.
A simple place remains, however,
And the origin remembers the early dreaming.

There’s no place like home,
Even if the energetic influences prove to be universal.
Beneath the surface of an everyday routine,
The weight of absolute outcomes,
Sit upon the shoulders of ordinary people.
In the heart, they may carry a lighter burden,
If the heart also weighs as much as a feather.

In love, the dream is filled with laughter,
Smiling and easy, our joy is shared.
Yet the decisions, plans, and desires,
Can prove to be a heavy burden in the memory.
Even if the days grow easy,
Shame and regret might last from A to Z.
    May our lights may shine refined,
        Beyond the constructs again.

Billy Thorpe – Somewhere Over the Rainbow