White Chestnut
"Thoughts which worry and will remain, or if for a time thrown out, will return"
PoemInterminable mental chatter Chases through my throbbing head
Chit-chat, wise-crack, clever comment,
Everything I could have said,
Out of place and most exhausting,
Even when I lie in bed!
Slowly then sip this White Chestnut,
Quietly your thoughts control;
Imagination, now directed,
Works in time with your own soul,
Blissfully your problems solving,
Mastery of thoughts your goal.
- Flower Remedy Rhymes by Nora Harrison