Mindful

Mindful

Everything blest to have life must have its beginning; change and then into transformation
We come forth at our time, in a given place; to protect and provide; for children in every nation
The future of this planet and all its inhabitants will come out of the minds; of our human relations.

Our future lives with us every day to spend earthly time to learn, participate and also have fun
The gift of mind and its contents used for rationale thoughts for self and can benefit everyone
Our beginning is noted within the chromosome of an X for the daughter and a Y for the son.

We become as human outside our Mother's womb to use the time as our minds develop and grow
Birth is like the seeds for they must be planted, nourished and in time harvest; from what we did sow.
Surely as a child physically changes so also what is stored inside its mind will allow it to change and know.

To become a being one must have a rationale conscious mind to be able to communicate thoughts
The body is but a vehicle to carry the mind and our senses for that is about what each of us has got
Part of a family able to think, ask questions, express itself and a capacity to pursue what is sought or taught.

The early intellect of man was thought to only come from inside the heart and no one to blame
A concept and reality that lasted for thousands of years and even unto today remnants remain
For too long the mind has been set aside while the human heart acknowledged as God's domain.

Our mind a human chalice into which all of mankind places every thought, idea and plan of being
Under the dome is our soul and link to God along with a conscience, free will and choice of seeing.
The heart has no faculty other than to pump and keep our body nourished and our spirit healing.

Energy is God's presence to endorse and support the gift of earthly life and our existence
Our minds give us the capacity to think; ask questions and analyze the responses with persistence
Interpreter of senses and the generator for our emotions; in the range of acceptance to resistance.

~Chuck Hurley~

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