If I never get another gift, I have all I need

The invitation was to accept what I had been given

It’s always been a choice of the heart.

What I have been gifted cannot be seen visually

Though it manifests through visualization.

What I own cannot be felt tacitly

Though in my touch lies the recipe of source

Audibly, this gift is not only for those who have ears

but also for those whose silence knows no end, just beauty.

It is not hard to speak of this gift yet mortal words fall short,

the magnitude and breadth of its message is beyond them.

In the presence of this gift is the bouquet of infinity and joy,

it wafts and whispers, tantalizes and soothes, it infuses, it heals

This gift is my treasure, yet it is not for me, but for you.

I am not its owner, but its steward, its agent, and chamberlain.

It is my gift, my offering, my invitation to you, though I will

never know if you receive it, I’ll continue its bid.

All that I am, all that I was, all of it is gratis, the priceless pearl of connection

yours without request, yours to pass on if you choose, or just hold within.

I will come and I will go, but this gift is always present, shrouded in mystery

encased in flesh, freed to roam at just the right time, and longing to live on!

A believer in Lifelong Learning and Collaborative Wisdom, remembering Who I AM through essay, story, and poetry. Listening for narratives that nurture Life.

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