Thought-thoughts

As December's full moon climbsover dusk's pink sillThought becomes happy to pauseand be perfectly still... As the mind thinks, so we become;Like babies in perception’s wombLike children in a classroom taughtBy a lifelong lector of Thought Guard well the guests Thought entertainsThe conquests toward which Thought strainsBecause the person we becomeIs shaped through Thought’s collective sum For all the progress change may boastIt cannot thwart what matters mostWhether we regard it or notWe are the workmanship of Thought If Thought is lazy, greedy, vainPity the one who gleans its gainIf Thought is prudent, humble, wiseIt benefits its enterprise Whatever then, is excellentPraiseworthy and of noble bentAnd true and just, without selfdomThink on these things, and so become Janet Martin Phil.4:8Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think on these things.