A quiet reading
Do you ever stand at the shore of the ocean, And fear that it will run dry? Do you bring a spoon, Thinking there’s only enough for a taste? No You take all you need, You know the tides will return, The waves will replenish, And the ocean’s depth is endless.
Money is like that ocean. A spiritual current, Flowing, moving, Endlessly renewing itself. It is not something to grasp, Not something to hoard in fear, But to receive with open hands, To trust in its return With every ebb and flow.
Society tells you, Your parents may have told you, That there’s not enough That scarcity is real. But scarcity is a belief, A shadow cast over the infinite abundance That is already here, Just waiting for you to trust it.
So take from the ocean, Not with fear, Not with the belief that it will dry up, But with the knowing that abundance is your birthright, That money, like the ocean, Is always flowing, always returning. It is spiritual, It is eternal, And it is yours to receive.
Take a moment before choosing what comes next.
“Do you ever stand at the shore of the ocean,
And fear that it will run dry?
Do you bring a spoon,
Thinking there’s only enough for a taste?”
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This curated edition is shared as personal artistic expression, not medical, financial or relationship advice. Sacred names and traditions are approached with respectful poetic or devotional context.
Narration is off in this release.
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