The heart is a garden where thought flowers grow;
The thoughts that we think are the seeds that we sow.
Every kind, loving thought bears a kind, loving deed;
While a thought that is selfish is just like a weed.
We must watch what we think, each minute, all day;
And pull out the weed thoughts and throw them away;
And plant loving seed thoughts so thick in a row
That there will not be room for weed thoughts to grow.
By Katherine Merrill
This is a common poem that circulated around Unity Village.
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