1

Did your thoughts not help to make
the person that is you?
Of the thoughts
you could have thought
who else but you did choose?
Like a seed your every thought
produces fruit in kind.
Either you are victim of

or master of your mind.

2

I used to let my mind run wild,
untamed, unruly like a child.
I didn’t know my mind’s a tool
that makes me wise or a fool.
I started watching every thought,
banished the foolish ones I caught.
Base thoughts
that will not leave my mind
I replace with other kinds.
Two thoughts at once
no one can play
no matter what women may say.

3

You think it through, before you do,
or you will rue, your poison brew,
and have to spew your noxious slew,
and then undo your bugaboo,
or you’ll be screwed, tied and tattooed,
because you blew, thinking it through.

4

Thinking makes real
and thinking makes you,
you think it, you feel it, then you do.
You take what is and give it a name;
you judge what is with a biased brain.
It’s virtuous or vile; it’s good or it’s bad,
perhaps your beliefs are driving you mad.
Your angst and your fear,
your pain and your dread,
surely you know it’s all in your head.
Life is just life unless you believe,
it is what it ain’t and then you’re deceived.
The pain you inflict by judging another
is why you’re unloved
except by your mother.

5

I used to think I was human,
but my body was acquired.
I experienced I am life,
and this body will expire.
I am not my avatar.
My avatar’s not me.
And you are not your body
that explodes if you don’t pee.