There is a fly, small, bothering me. Wherever I move, it comes. I cover myself. It comes underneath. I feel it crawl on me. I open the covers. It doesn’t readily release. It waits for me to fluff, to make a fuss, before it leaves ~ only to crawl on me again. There is only the tiniest parts of me exposed, some skins that could feel its tingle, and still it finds those.

I ignore it. I meditate in stillness, while it crawls on me. For some time I forget about it or it forgets about me. I don’t know which, but peace ensues. I finish my meditation and strike a headstand and before my eyes, bent to the ground upside down, I see it crawling between my nose and my seeing vessels. I don’t care for it, but it doesn’t seem to care. Obstinate, it appears to be.

These are the messengers of tiny abundance, so plentiful they cannot be ignored or mistaken for something else. Tiny fly. Why do I need to know you are so close to my nose? I wonder what I am to find in the meaning of this obviousness? Right in front and centre of me. Abundance? It doesn’t need to come ~ it has plenty arrived! More come. Every time I open the window to my sacred Cave, more abundance. Flies fly in, crawl near, massage the window screen, once I’ve closed it, though some are already in. “I release you back to eternity and set you free!” I open the screen and pull the window wide open before closing it tight. You fly out, the many of you. But not the One who crawls on my ear now as I write.

I will not reject you anymore, Abundance. Abundance that wants to stay with me awhile. Close to me. I will not shoo you away. I will let my feelings slide into a peaceful place and let you grace my space with your presence, as only Divine Mother could. Your nature cannot be misunderstood. You are something that wants to be here, to express yourself, to be the one you were carved to be. I will let you explode, as best you can, and simply write these words. With you on my pen.