The Mind
The mind is a fertile soil,
On it must something toil:
Either a positive thought is planted,
Or negative thoughts sprouted.
Whether one or the other grows,
Is always of ones controls:
For by diligence must one plant seeds,
Or by negligence tend weeds.
And as one ship sails east,
Thus moved by the great wind;
And yet the other flows west,
Propelled thither by the same wind:
So too our thoughts are,
Tarmac to climb us high;
High up ‘bove yonder star,
Or down low to a dim dense sigh:
And all lust hath root in the eye.
Awoke Godswill
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 10/31/2020
Poet's note: All human achievement is a product of the mind. The mind thus being a magnet that attracts to one whatever is meditated upon; should therefore be under check to lead to a desired favorable outcome. This is the core message of this poem.
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