Whether by coin or paper, we all pay
to play. The question is where does
our allegiance lie? Is it in the vanishing
ink spelling out five and one, twenty and ten,
even one hundred?
Or instead, is it focused squarely on
the stacks of endless supply?
I have found recently that the only
thing in my way to money magically
manifesting, is my own resistance.
Funny how in naming and claiming
this elusive shadow, I now stand in
the white light of knowing the cosmic
irony- it’s all free anyway.
As an Ecstatic Poet, my aim is to awaken in you, the part of you that knows the truth of your being, the beauty of your soul.