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