💔🔥 “The Thought That Serves the Flame”
by William S. Becker
A thought’s no king—it’s just a slave,
To serve the want, the beast, the crave.
It dances blind at desire’s command,
Building the castle that ego planned.
I think because my heart demands,
Its hunger sculpted by unseen hands.
Each dream I chase, each fear I feed,
Was born from what I think I need.
The mind’s a liar cloaked in grace,
It bows to hunger’s masked embrace.
But if I fix my gaze above,
That same fire burns with holy love.
So day and night I till this ground,
Where selfish seeds in dust are found.
I water them with thought so pure,
Till only His desire endures.
Then thought becomes the chariot bright,
Desire transformed into endless Light.
And what was “me” dissolves at last—
A slave no more, but free and vast.
