Spirit

It is not linear
There is no beginning and no end
Rather, the thoughts and messages we send
Ripple through the universe
The beat of a butterfly's wing
Will call out to them
And the angels will sing
Like radio waves can't be touched or seen
We can't see the 'in between' 
Infinity is captured in every breath
And that energy cannot succumb to death
And as we contemplate in our chair
The moment will pass but we'll always be there