© 2017 by P Michael Biggs
When I quiet my mind
There is gold to find
My morning time
Helps redefine
What’s in my mind
The sounds of quiet time
They are oh so sublime
They call me from sleep
So, I make the leap
Into the arms of my quiet time
I have thoughts to think
I have concepts to link
When my mind is in sync
I think and rethink
The thoughts that I think
Thoughts are things
Thoughts can become king
They rise on wings
You can hear them sing
When good thoughts become things
So, dream your dreams
Look for gold that gleams
Our minds, it seems
Flow like streams
With ideas and thoughts and dreams
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