“The unwise say, “Our sufferings are unjust,
Our pains and woes rise from the scattered dust Of sinful ancestors;
we are not free;
Our fathers robbed us of our liberty
By what they did;
and we are weak and frail
Because they erred;
and we must fail.”
“Our drunkness comes from their love of wine;
Our lusts their revels made;
and we divine
Our manifold diseases by the ways in which they walked;
and as they trod the maze
Made by their feet,
so we must likewise tread,
For we are bound and driven by the dead.”
Thy sins are thine,
and from thy deeds
with all its weal and woe,
and not by others,
thou art bound;
In thine own will and heart the root is found
Of all try lack of peace;
ope thou thine eyes,
Leave the dead past,
and look within;
Make pure thy heart,
and thou wilt make thy life
Rich, sweet, and beautiful, unmarred by strife;
Guard well thy mind,
and noble, strong, and free,
Nothing shall harm, disturb or conquer thee;
For all thy salvation thou wilt find.
Mind is the Master-power that moulds and makes.
And Man is mind and evermore he takes
The tool of Thought, and, shaping what he wills,
Brings forth a thousand joys, a thousand ills: —
He thinks in secret, and it comes to pass;
Environment is but his looing glass.
In his own heart he fosters dark desires,
Or strives for good, or loftily aspires;
In his own life he reaps what he has sown,
Or pain or peace, he garners in his own.
Thou man, that bowest to heredity,
Know this–the Law of life is Liberty.
By Thought we rise;
By Thought we fall;
By Thought we stand or go:
all destiny is wrought
by its swift potency;
and he who stands
Master of Thought, and his desires commands,
Willing and weaving thoughts of Love and Might,
Shapes his high end in Truth’s unerring Light.
–James Allen. 1907.
I felt directed to this. So, I thought that I would share.