It looks like a bunch of pins
In a red rectangular frame
What should I make out of it?
Let me try and play
I press my palm on cold steels
And watch as the shape formed
The shiny thing followed what I gave
I saw my hands transformed
The world mimics what we think
The universe delivers what we order
Let us declare what’s in our hearts
So our dreams will not go wander
Living My Passion 
Nov 01, 2011 @ 16:23:09
The poem is cool. The last paragraph reminds me of The Secret.
Nov 01, 2011 @ 16:27:46
Thank you Sony. Loved “The Secret” book too. 🙂
Nov 02, 2011 @ 21:14:47
That’s Michael Jackson’s hand! 🙂
Love the verse, Sorren. 🙂
Nov 03, 2011 @ 09:16:20
Thank you Buds 🙂
Nov 04, 2011 @ 20:07:41
The world mimics what we think
The universe delivers what we order
Let us declare what’s in our hearts
So our dreams will not go wander
Beautiful thoughts that provides inspiration and encouragement. Love the photos. I remember that my son played with one of those in the past. It’s an amazing device!
Nov 04, 2011 @ 20:55:38
Thank you Island Traveler!
My best guess is your son and I are almost of the same age – he’s a child and I’m childlike. 😀