Thoughts Are Things

Thoughts are Things
Thoughts are things I learned a long time ago.

In my mind I discovered they grow.

Where are the roots? Who planted the seeds?

Forgive me please, I think I'll replant these.

Weeds, weeds, weeds.

Oh dear! This is getting out of hand.

I need to replant this land.

Where's the weed killer?

That natural stuff without any artificial additives.

That'll do the trick. Nature's quick.

I'll keep a few of those Dandy Lions.

A good roar now and then makes room for more inspiring thoughts,

delightful, playful and joyous thoughts.

Light bulbs go on when I pull up the roots of judgment, victim and blame.

They go in the compost where they break down and create new ground, so seedlings start growing,

hidden till the blooming shows

there's a gardener at home who knows.

thoughts are things.

In a ground of feelings they grow.

Poem © Linda Sajiw, July 15, 1997.

When I start to take back my power from the appearance of outside forces I get connected to who I am as an Infinite Being as part of a vast universe. My senses become heightened. I am more able to weed through that which fails to fit for me anymore. I let go and let my Omnipresent God-essence build a new foundation that is built on Truth. When I live from a false identity being swayed hither and thither from other people's beliefs I lack foundation. My energy gets scattered in many different directions. I wallow in the mass conscious mud of victimhood.

As I start to define who I am through my connection to my Soul and discover why I decided to sojourn to earth, my body of earth starts to change shape naturally. I become more magnetic to those things that support my unique purpose. The more defined I become the more I see how I fit in with the Big Picture. I recognize the love and oneness in everything. I attract true beauty. My grounding roots become strong for I have ceased falling. I am now landing as a Being of Love. I become like the Rose blooming as well as the Gardener getting my hands dirty tilling Heaven on Earth.

As the Masculine and Feminine Principles in my life dance to the beat of the Butterfly's wings they become instruments effecting change. Then the garden grows. It takes individuals like you and me setting our Souls free. We are All here to be Masters. We All have choice.

Do you see? Nothing is ever as it appears to be. Sometimes what we think we "should" be doing isn't what our soul's intention is. This is part of the mystery. The dance is the discovery. May yours be full, deep and rich with the fruit of truth.