
On the crossroads of life
I chanced upon both, sisters
Abundance and Poverty were they
“Who will be my companion on my journey?” I asked
“Whichever consciousness you possess, O traveller.”
Then I saw two friends, on the same crossroads
One said, “Let us go East where the light shines.”
“What’s in it for me?” asked the other.
As if by magic, the sister Poverty appeared, by the other’s side
“Your companion am I, for what you said is me, Poverty Consciousness”
Abundance then appeared on the first friend’s side
“You wondered how you could make the road better, not what was in it for you” she muttered
“That is me, Abundance Consciousness”
So make a choice of your companion, for at your own crossroads the option will be yours
Which consciousness to possess.
ππ
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Thank you
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Wow! What a great poem. π
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And I am deeply touched. Grateful everπ
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Ooo trilling
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How nice of you
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