What if your beliefs were like houses?
That would make your thoughts the materials for the house.
Your experiences would be the wagons that transport the thoughts,
And your builder’s name would be Choice.
What if our mind was the castle in which it was built?
And your grasp of truth the breadth of your moat.
Would your house weather the storm?
Or be turned to rubble in a whirlwind’s fierce wake.
Would there be lots of windows so you could see the world better?
Or only walls residing in stubborn strength.
Would visitors find it sound?
Or fear for their safety.
Your beliefs were like houses.