wild moon

for this chilly night

with blankets pilled high

and 

the choir of crickets 

singing their songs

my eyelids trying to stay open

to get one last glimpse 

of this beautiful moon

my soul and mind at peace 

ready for sweet slumber

as i drink in one last drop 

of your wildly brilliant light

well being

All the powers in the Universe are already ours.
It is we who have put our hands before our eyes and cry that it is dark.
We are what our thoughts have made us;
So take care about what you think.
Words are secondary.
Thoughts live; they travel far.
When an idea exclusively occupies the mind, it is transformed into an actual physical or mental state.
We reap what we sow.
We are the makers of our own fate.
None else has the blame, none has the praise.
There is no help for you outside of yourself;
You are the creator of the universe.
Like the silkworm you have build a cocoon around yourself....
Burst your own cocoon and come out as the beautiful butterfly, as the free soul.
Then alone will you see Truth.
In one word, this ideal is that you are divine.
God sits in the temple of every human body.
~ Swami Vivekananda (1863-1902)