It’s a feeling,

Warm as a scent-laden breeze,

The succulent breath

Of a fertile night

Rich with possibility.

It speaks, and says,

“the universe is infinite,

And you,

One with it,

Part of it,

Every molecule bathed,

Are infinite too.

Drink of me,

Be drunk in me,

Wealth is love

Bubbling as creation’s

Spring;

Only through you

What is seen

Is seen.

Join the feeling

As the bee joins

Summers fecundity,

As beings all

Rise aloft

Life’s indomitable spirit.

Wealth is yours,

Your essence,

Your birthright,

And the deeper truth

Of your reality.”