pretty-
basically,
cleaning lost its meaning
and the world knows
it was close to godliness,
so we regress
to best us within
god of thought had a son
taken away,
his thoughts explored evils and goods
after much time apart
knowledge met wisdom
instigating with nature
death could come, around any corner
thought met the prodigal son
once again they met-
home again my son
ready to die
leave this shell of a body
it’s a proud day when
god’s son is ready to die
Modern thought has realized considerable progress by reducing the existent to the series of appearances which manifest it.
Mind is the Master-power that moulds and makes,
And Man is Mind, and evermore he takes
The tool of Thought, and, shaping what he wills,
Brings forth a thousand joys, a thousand ills: —
He thinks in secret, and it comes to pass:
Environment is but his looking-glass.
-J. Allen
