05 The Magnetism Of Positive Thought - Poem by Saiom Shriver
Willow branch fingers trace in the pond painting the water.. sunset gold
As fog fragments and imagination's figments
swell trees and do new figs mint,
so every good wish is answered by God...
(yet 'the chains of gold bind as much as the chains of iron')
Where aqua sky meets deep blue sea, the hearth of the
orange sun was in the west. Through the night miraculously
the entire fireplace was moved to the east, as resistant
thoughts can join winners between dusk and dawn.
Rotting fruit contains living seeds which shelter infinite
Bright sunwands as they unfurl cause the chrysanthemum to uncurl
.. so cause loverays unbidden to ope heartchambers long hidden
During rain or after sunset, sunflowers have their heads down..
but mostly they keep their sunnier sides up
Because the water trough has several leaks
the apples on the tree nearby have rosier cheeks
Santa may have 1 sleigh, but Abba's sleighs are infinite..
endless is the pouring of their gifts.
It was not a peace officer's rooflight but the sun flashing
hello in the rear view mirror, saying the past of everyone
Look! how the roof leak has grown the lilacs!
A patch of moss marred by a moose.. where
the rain pooled in his print, mice make merry
The darkest before the dawn does the dew and daddies the
The cornucopia within cornstarred cobs and cones of pine
Out of great Nought, visualizing thought, electric blue prints
.. manifest for each
what she or he sought
Every raindropp is a crystal ball
foretelling thoughts of perfect rainfall.
Electrically thoughts magnetize matter's tiny particles
as the skeleton of a sunken ship attracts barnacles.
The break of day! The crack of dawn! Look not at night's
shellshards but at the newbird sun!
What her omnipotent heart ordained, her obedient will obtained.
When comes eternal noon? When soul turns around each no. to on.
Rising waters in a quarry.. fill every niche and nave..
Spirit's rising waters grant each desire in heart cave.
A single silent green light empowered a line of awesome truck might. A single band of pink dawning light
pushed back the entire greyblanket of night.
Can one brake the break of day? Can one brook the coming dawn?
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