Treasure Island

Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.

(June 15,1942 / Aravayal, karaikudi, Tamil Nadu, South India)

Get positive energy.


It is energy that manifests itself
In all things; be it living or nonliving.
Nothing is good or evil among them.

It’s life energy that manifests itself
In all organisms: plants and animals.
No organism is good or evil.

The energy itself is transforming
To some other energy by some means,
Like electricity to heat by the heater.

Mental energy is a kind of means
By which a thing or a place is made good
Or bad and dealt with accordingly.

A thing found divine or a place, serene
Will find you in positive energy.
Find such things and places in abundance.

Submitted: Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 16, 2013

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