Do thoughts travel; do they go anyplace;
or simpy reside, anchored to the mind?
Can they be explored, or even erased;
how is it they’re changed or refined?
Do thoughts present themselves, beyond being;
expanded beyond where you are;
do they possess either hearing or seeing;
are they known, both near and far?
Are thoughts, much like words; becoming flesh;
do they have their own identity?
Or, like a computer screen, do thoughts refresh;
do they possess virginity?
What are these thoughts, in actuality;
are they hiccups, within the brain?
What do thoughts have to do with reality;
from thought, can we ever refrain?
Do thoughts create the world all around;
are they embryos of each word?
Or, perhaps they are consciousness, found;
does that seem even more absurd?
Do thoughts possess the power of wind;
can they blow the leaves in the trees?
Do all thoughts, arise; then descend;
can they travel all about, with ease?
Thoughts are fragments of Light, resplendent;
traversing paths, where no man hath trod;
these thoughts, themselves, are independent;
for they are all, the children of God.