We're painters, writers,
we produce what we see;
Who we are,
we create us to be.
Holding concepts of love,
love we receive.
Obstacles are formed,
by what we conceive.
Masters of mind,
creating reality.
What we believe,
is why we're not free.
Burdens are thoughts,
we hold in our mind,
let go of doubt,
joy we will find.
Manifest what you want,
feel and believe.
There is no limit,
for what you achieve.
Our world is created,
by intentions we hold,
restricting our minds;
by what we are told.
When the universe returns,
thoughts we substain,
we cleary see;
thoughts we retain.
What shall we create,
when we step up to the plate,
remember what we toss;
will soon be our fate.








If I didn't know better I'd have thought I'd written this!













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