Mansions of Becoming
I increase all ideas that strengthen me,
they rise like dust from dawn’s bright win.
Now I think, more ideals, forming thee,
breathing into the image in mind again.
I command the wind, the sea, the heartbeat to be.
Each pulse obeys, each wave agrees,
each breeze repeats the sound speaking yes.
I dwell thinking beautiful thoughts,
each one a door to my future present,
learning, accepting, appreciating,
what and how it feels to be, till thee.
In my house there are many mansions
I have made love in all of them present,
Yet to build my temples ideal creation,
Wills rays bringing light
To rise into mind, your great architect,
Becoming being I.
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