If each thought creates a Universe,
then what am I creating?
Can I hold a pure, perfect thought?
What do I choose or not choose to think?
LOVE, love, love, love, love, love!
How long before I switch to anger, fear, lacking....
who will hold the LOVE, love, love, in place, never backing
down, pure vision, all love!
Guard thoughts?
Each thought a creation!
What are you birthing from your mind?
Simple, pure and kind?
It's your reality!
Bonus: Chpt 2
Thinkingness Creates
What is this thinkingness? I can't seem to stop it.
When I think, I see a creation,
I think it,
I create it, it IS.
How long will this cycle continue
Am I slave to its perpetual nature?
Can I slow it, stop it, drop it?
Can I BE? Just Be, no thinking.........
Now, In my state of Beingness,
can I live life?
See all as it is, allowing it, not changing,
not creating, letting, being still, Being.........
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