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| Great Contemplation of how It began I think it was Thought that made me, I am For Thought is a flowing, a stream if you will Hands cannot touch or make It stand still Thoughts become dreams and dreams are made real A stream can be damed, Thought starts to build Gathered and shared from the base of that dam There flows a new stream, Thought then expands Into creation It flows till one day A child reaches out to catch It in play Unable to trap It or grasp It by hand His innoscence beckonds in Gods GREATEST plan For Thought becomes dream and dream becomes plan Onces what was child is more than just man Through seeking and searching and reaching within He finds in his knowledge his geatest of Kin That Thought and Creation are one and the same God is Creation, his own Thought, his own Flame |
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