Kingdom Of Thought
It’s a sunny day of warm thought;
a summer day in the mind;
kindness and love were brought;
just as the Master designed.
Thoughts of cold, wind and snow;
from winters, long since passed;
no longer in season, below;
so my mind dismissed them, fast.
I also simply dimissed the rain;
my mind was in full command;
in dreams, I need not complain;
and perfection is all I planned.
For, in the dream world of thought;
details, never get in the way;
you simply dream what you ought;
the physical, has nothing to say.
Heaven is the world of thought;
never a word there is spoken;
the mind transmits what it ought:
and a word is a useless token.
The lower kingdom is different;
thoughts become useless there;
souls, who visit are itinerant
and sound carries thought thru the air.
The heavenly kingdom is personal;
each mind has a world all its own;
the energies and minds are versatile;
and thoughts are never windblown.
Monty 12/21/21 # 882