The worlds of nature and humankind,
Can ne’er within them ever find,
Such vast array of power wrought,
Than that produced by human thought.
‘Tis true that nature’s power can be,
Great and fierce through wind and sea,
But nature’s greatest law, you’ll find,
Is a thermodynamic one in kind,
Where, in stately rule is entropy –
The rot and rust of all we see,
But thought, her nature is to grow,
By Divine spark her seeds are sown,
And if Universal Law be known,
To good soil those thought-seeds blown.
What of nature’s life? I hear you say,
But life is bound with death’s decay,
A life is born and swept away,
And only thoughts are here to stay,
For to the grave great souls have passed,
But their great thoughts have now surpassed
The power of death and dark dismay,
Their thoughts are with us now, today.
Their good thoughts we can celebrate,
The bad ones we can ruminate
On lessons learned from anguish made,
And vow to not repeat such trade
Of egotistical charade.
All around you, you can see
The objects of mentality,
The crafted thoughts of he, or she,
From kindled spark has made there be
A forest fire for you to use,
To gaze upon, to wear or muse,
And thought, by thought of others’ thought did build,
Until our every need is filled,
Our lives are free from wants or fears,
By use of that between our ears.
Now, thought may be for good or ill,
But the law of Universal Will
Shall return the thought with interest made,
And upon the sender shall be laid
Abundantly, the subject kept in mind,
Whether it be harsh or kind,
In proportion to the effort sought,
In clarity of vision thought.
With intention pure and purpose clear,
The desired outcome will appear,
If the grain be good, and the line be true,
Free from blemish, through and through,
The task now simple, the way more swift,
The Master Craftsman makes no shrift
But with purpose, did the cosmos bind,
With Time and place and souls aligned.
To make to plan the promised signed,
By the one who forged them in his mind.
So take ye heed of what I said,
Sit in calm and use that head
Of yours, and if you wish no wrong
On anyone, then sing your song
And weave your thoughts in fashion clear,
With tenacious grip on those held dear,
For you that toil and shall persist
In mind will dissipate the mists
That cloud your lives, confound your plans,
For now, you have within your hands
The greatest gift that we ere could find,
Proper use of heart and mind.