Treasure Island

Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.

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

Thoughts are physical


Thoughts are formed while thinking takes place.
Not mere micro-electric impulses,
Or neuro-chemical energy,
Thoughts are matter, objective,
Physical made of molecules.
Thoughts form consuming energy.

Thought molecules formed in the brain,
With the help of hypothalamous,
Convert to amino acids
And are released to the blood stream,
Where they together with the thoughts
Trigger certain cell membranes.

Thoughts, that are intangible though,
Have a tangible effect on cells.
Conscious thought process is proactive.
Negative thoughts might alter
The cell molecular structure.
Trust and hopes is the antidote.
26.03.2014

Submitted: Friday, April 04, 2014

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