Day 113 of 365
I’m one of the richest people in the world
There’s nothing I can’t afford
Whatever I want I, I instantly have
So there’s never a need to horde
I never have to strive
Nor do I ever have to wait
I command whatever I need to be
Without a moment to hesitate
If I think of a thing I have it
Completely skipping the passage of time
I’m presented with gifts before I ask
As if the Universe reads my mind
Now that’s what I call abundance
All the favor without the fuss
No need to be ostentatious
When my currency is trust
But as soon as I start my doubting
All of my abundance disappears
Then suddenly I’m falling short again
And living out my fears
That’s how it is with this thing called money
It’s the agreement that we made
Speak the language that it speaks
Or live silently as a slave
Sadly, many of us chose the latter
Thinking money is something real
When it’s actually just a symbol
Of how a group of people feel
It has no intrinsic value
No one can measure what it’s worth
But we treat it as if it’s life itself
When in fact it is its dearth
We forget that money is simply a screen
Onto which we project desires
The only power it can ever have
Being to assuage our consuming fires
But that is only temporary
That’s why we’re always wanting more
Separating abundance from our existence
In exchange for keeping score
It’s a game I never want to play
I want everyone as rich as me
Because when abundance is reality
Everyone is free
But money will not allow it
It goes against the calculation
That needs some to be the richest ones
And the rest in desperation
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Category: Money
To Be and To Become
Looking through the window
I see what is the soul
The Witness of all I witness
The fulfillment of my goal
The genesis of my being
And my exodus return
The destination I never left
Through living I have learned
An eternal invitation
To be and to become
An only among the Many
Realized when I am One.
© Copyright 2023 Pedro S. Silva II
Desparation
If I had a dollar for every time we say,
“If I had a dollar”
I’d have enough
To never even bother
I’d buy a private island
In a land faraway
Take every single dollar
And give it all away
I’d be the poorest and the richest
And no one else would know
Buried my treasure in the sand
To see if it grows
Then in a state of desperation
For all that I have lost
I will hold myself for ransom
To see how much I cost
We weren’t born for this
But still we do it daily
We let the world we created
Drive us crazy
“I choose the lie over life
Believing it will save me”
Is the thought
Of the emotionally lazy
You’ve been lied to
How is it possible you can’t see this?
It wasn’t God
Who created us to be this
To the One we are Beloved
It’s our Name from the Beginning
It’s believing otherwise
That’s the Genesis of sinning
Desperation
How did we get this way?
It defeats the very purpose
Every time we try to pray
I can’t stand it
How many times can we be told?
You can’t serve two masters
And the worst of them is gold
©️ Copyright 2021 Pedro S. Silva II
On Being a Moneymaker
All these years I’ve been living life
Like money isn’t real
Never making decisions based on it
But focusing more on how I feel
I’ve walked away from high paying gigs
To work in shipping and receiving
Just because I wanted to
No thought of what I was achieving
I’ve disappointed around the world
For not fulfilling my potential
All the while feeling quite at peace
With an air that’s presidential
I felt just like a rich man
Doing what I wanted to do
Never thinking that my bank account
Meant my riches were not true
I saw life as an adventure
A journey to be savored
All I needed was provided for
As if I lived a life of favor
Then someone brought to my attention
That I was not living life to plan
I should be a millionaire by now
Getting everything I can
But instead I’m still just bopping along
Doing what I do
Believing that everything is working out
In accordance with heaven’s view
But lately I’ve been wondering
What if I’ve been wrong
What if seeking Truth is a task for fools
And life was about Benjamins all along
Then that puts me way behind
I may never win the race
All my friends are miles ahead
While I was running in One Place
What if love of money isn’t evil
But love of God is the distraction?
What if I’ve been “bait and switched”
And missed my chance at satisfaction?
I could have been a moneymaker
The one calling all the shots
Instead of trying to know my soul
And purify my thoughts
I could have been stacking paper
Collecting fees and cashing checks
Instead of studying root causes
So that I can undo their ill effects
When I was busy seeking the Kingdom
Stuff was added to another
It might turn out I’m the prodigal
Being shamed by the other brother
What if YOLO* was the real deal
While I was thinking I’d live forever?
Which had me living fancy free
When I should have been under pressure?
When I was considering the lilies
And the birds of the air
I should have considered my 401k
Instead of casting all my cares
Well at least that’s what I’ve been wondering
For at least the past few years
When people were looking down on me
For not passing up my peers
They tell me that with a mind like mine
They would’ve managed so much more
But I said if their mind was just like mine
They wouldn’t be keeping score
The fact is that while I’m wondering
If my choices were mistakes
I do so from Eternity
Which is beyond both time and space
I can always be a moneymaker
In fact I’ve been one at other times
That’s why I know the value it really has
Comes not from what it buys
Money is a form of expression
For what you hold most dear
So what we have or do not have
Can’t make our riches clear
So the best measure of my worth
Is the measure of my love
And how much I can give of it
Is all I should be thinking of.
© Copyright 2015 Pedro S. Silva II
*You Only Live Once