Time of Abundance

 

My time of abundance is waning

It is as absolute as a truth

So expansive, so gratefully yielding

A feeling reminiscent of youth 

 

It has wrapped itself around me

Engulfed me in its tide

It has reached within, without , with wanting

It filled, it receded , it promised, it lied

 

The degree of my copiousness is dampening

Yet, I am ready, barely afraid

My arms are tired of carrying

My thoughts, burned out and played

 

I welcome a bit of scarcity

I am meant to consciously let go

My angels, they have assured me

They have a plan, it course will show

 

It is okay, they hush me

“quiet yourself, and take breath

What you value will take on more meaning

What you love will not be put to test” 

 

Ah, my time of abundance is waning

That what was so expansive will soon end

Do you feel it?  Come closer

Let us see what degree of scarcity we can transcend