The Medicine of Thought

 The Medicine of Thought

Imagine, if you will, a tiny vial,

Not filled with pills or potions vile,

But with whispers soft, both kind and true,

A remedy crafted deep within you.

Émile Coué, with gentle hand,

Showed us a truth so simple, so grand:

Our thoughts, like streams, shape where we go,

Their currents unseen, yet steady they flow.

No prescription needed, no doctor’s decree,

Just words you repeat to set yourself free:

"Every day, in every way,

I am getting better," you softly say.

Picture it now, your mind as a field,

Where thoughts you plant will grow and yield.

With care, you sow the seeds of grace,

And watch them blossom in time and space.

This is the medicine Coué imparts,

A balm for the soul, a salve for the heart.

Not taken in haste, but slow, with intent,

A daily ritual, a life well spent.

Feel the warmth of belief take hold,

As dreams awaken, as courage unfolds.

The mind, a healer, the thoughts, the cure,

A process so humble, yet wondrously pure.

So let your thoughts be kind and clear,

A daily dose to banish fear.

For in these words, a truth you'll find:

Your greatest medicine is your mind.