Scarcity is the worst kind of sin.
It makes people grasp and grab when they should sit —
Palms open and upward
Breathing deeply
And eyes upturned towards the sky,
Where love sits and whispers,
“There is, in fact, enough for all.”
Scarcity is the worst kind of sin.
It makes people grasp and grab when they should sit —
Palms open and upward
Breathing deeply
And eyes upturned towards the sky,
Where love sits and whispers,
“There is, in fact, enough for all.”
thats very buddhist-esque…
Thanks for the comment… I don’t see it so much as “Buddhist”-esque as “love”-esque and love is ever expanding. There is no scarcity in love… Love triggers more love…
yeh and if you saw buddhas waistline you would say buddha is ever expanding too….
😉