Abundance Meditation – Realizing Enough

Stealing?

Insidiously strange notion…do I carry guilt for success? Do I somehow think I’m using it all up? If I think that…how can I really believe in the abundance of the universe?

I pull open the slider to let the dog out. It appears to be raining pretty hard that is nothing new for the Pacific Northwest. I walk out and wait for her to finish her routine of eliminating. She makes a half-hearted attempt to cover it with the wet earth beneath her feet, I can’t help but wonder slightly at this practice…it seems a remnant from a life that dogs no longer remember but perhaps would like to reclaim.

I am distracted from this thought by something bouncing off my jacket…I extend my palms and study the rain falling into my hands…changing to little balls of sleet right before my eyes. The steady fall transforms into a downpour…a myriad array of tiny freezing water droplets come so rapidly that they appear to be creating lines from the heavens like the tails of a million tiny comets travelling straight courses to the earth.

As I look skyward my hair and face become covered like my outstretched hands…so many fall that they are beyond count. Standing in this shower of abundance I visualize each ball as a manifested desire answered by the universe. In a spontaneous burst of loud laughter bubbling up from the depths of my being I experience the delight of the big bellied Buddah, of the Goddess, of the creative powers of the universe…which made it impossible not to see that only a human could understand things in such limited terms. Go forth…divinity beckons for the language of consciousness is that of desire and delight…and create without fear…for lack is a concept that I do not know.