Thought
I thought I would stop thinking.
Not until I was gripped in thinking.
Thinking of what I have thought,
i lost counts in memories.
Therein I remembered,
The fear of thoughts is the beginning of thinking.
But, why should I stop thinking?
When thought emerge without thinking,
and thinking springs from thoughts.
To think is human, to stop is death.
When I stop thinking, and then check my body,
Check my pulse, check my heart and thoughts.
Check my life may be checking my soul.
Either flying or in a gathering to commune in heavens
Associating with Angels,
Angels on guard.
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