Munera

I stand where unseen rivers meet, where the golden tide moves unbidden, where time opens its palms in quiet offering.

Abundance stirs as breath, rising, unfolding, already present.

Vessel and source, giver and receiver, stillness and flow—moving as the river moves, held within the currents of plenty.

Wealth unfolds in remembrance, returning like the tide, like fruit in its season, like light spilling without effort.

Each breath carries richness; each step unveils inheritance.

Resources gather, drawn by recognition, flowing home.

What is given returns in fullness, held and released in the same motion.

Quiet guardians walk beside me, all that is meant for this path arriving whole, unbidden, true.

Wealth moves as presence, graced and aligned, already home.

In becoming, I am met.