The birds chase each other

In a dance of feathers and seed

Faithfully-refilled daily, so it’s full.

Such abundance- content on their perch

Nibbling the moment…

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Abundance is harder for us to claim

The dense layer of ” not enough”-

A successful societal hypnosis

In this land of plenty

That keeps us driven for more

A pension – a IRA – a plan for the fearful future.

But like the cheerful chirps I hear

We are receiving a new memo

“Be on notice, Gene key 55 is upon us”

A huge shift is in the lifting air

A kind of buoyancy

As we drift on the invisible currents

That were there all along…

Drifting now, I bump into you

How very pleasant.