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Created on: September 19, 2008
"Thought Stream Ladder"
The body is a puppet
The mind is hooked
On a particular stream of thought
Each fragmented part
Of God's children's mind
Entranced in a chosen belief stream
Strings of thoughts
The puppets in a dance
The mind chooses the puppet strings
Streams of thoughts
Steps in a ladder
Layers of a separation dream
The puppet's face is puzzled
The mind works so hard
To find the stream of thought it wants
The mind chooses
The puppet dances
On the ladder step selected to be right
On the lower steps
Puppets clash
Bumping in the dark cellar of the mind
On the higher steps
Experiencing harmony
Puppets bask in God's infinite light
The ladder goes up
The ladder goes down
Back together or apart from each other
We can step up
Or we can step down
Ladder steps in the puppet show
Separation of Oneness
Could only be a dream
How deep do we want to sleep?
Thought ladder steps
To and from our home
How far away do we want to go?
9/08
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