These gifts we've been blessed with,
Are not ours to keep.
To receive in selfish hoarding.
We must deliver them,
To share.
They must be released,
In a thankfulness to give.
And in the doing...
We connect to the abundance,
Of the nothingness that enriches!
Evolving within the Universe that is.
And we then become part,
Of this Oneness!
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