Poetry for the mind.

As a Man thinketh, so is he. As he continues to think, he remains.

–  Joe Colling

Mind is the Master power that moulds and makes;

And a man is Mind, and evermore he takes the tool of Thought;

Shaping what he wills; Brings forth a thousand joys and a thousand ills;

He thinks in secret and it comes to pass; Environment is but his looking glass.

 

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