Swipe away the negations those which cloud the vision blurring the image of the clarity weakens the mind and shivers with fear for a preconceived notion. Beneath the mulberry leaves rests a tiny butterfly ready to fly for its survival lone it needs strength in the wings, which only your faith can reason. In the buries of the earth lies a seed tiny in stature, on the verge of sprouting to germinate out in the air. Molten wax drips along the sides of a flickering candle, awaiting for hands to protect it from the storm of periods and seasons. All in the mind we have in store, the thoughts as a hidden treasure, mightier than the visible actions, Our powerful thoughts in quantum measures.