Seventy Times Seven
Do you hear the whispering air,
Calling you there to come hear?
Knocking is the sounding ovulating kind,
A thought being born, birthing mind.
Can you see my impression in picture?
Look close, yet do stare,
Be absorbed in the fire,
Becoming the glare.
I am investing a dollar in a man,
Imagining him abundant, happy, a living God plan.
Seventy times seven, I did it, and do it again,
Casting seeds in thought to ascend.
Here I am me inside my mind,
Seeing the beggar, I invest my time.
I imagine for him a world renewed,
Successful, joyous, and a loving him hue.
Dressed well, dancing all about,
Spreading smiles to those who shout.
Seventy times seven, I think it through,
Creating worlds for him, for you.
This is the art of believing within,
To see the spark, let it begin.
From thought to action, the story sales,
A dollar, a dream, the fortune tells.
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