E=MCC

Accelerate this dormant mass of light
Unlocking all the energy inside.
As neurochemical equations fight
Between the synapses of my brain, intentions hide
The things I do from what I show to you.
The work that's done is never done at all,
But pops! in each our mitts as we both throw
From side to side like a tight-stitched baseball.
What's inside all this isness? Equals equals
That, and this leaves no room for what it is
Without comparison--just intention
That moves all energy through creation.
Instead, rest we in abject holy bliss,
Act we not, but Him whose hand all holds.