As a Man Thinketh
The mind is fertile ground for that which you cultivate
Listen and beware for your destiny is at stake
The dream of awareness may be heaven or hell
By patterns of belief and choices at will
If your mind is fertile for evils thoughts
then pain and suffering is what you have bought
Joy and happiness result from rightness of belief
Tainted perceptions steal joy like a thief
Weeds produce weeds like corn produces corn
Love produces love like scorn produces scorn
What grows within the garden of your mind
And what have your thoughts produced over time
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