cleaning lost its meaning

and the world knows

it was close to godliness,

so we regress

to best us within

body armor off, masks on

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