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My treasures aren’t vaulted

Or counted as numbers on a spreadsheet

 

My bills of exchange have simple denominations

Smile

Hug

Kiss

Love

My riches come in crystal moments of cosmic clarity

As varied as the combinations of clouds that dance overhead

Countless as the petals in a meadow full of wildflowers

Unique as a sunset

 

I don’t need advisors or bankers or traders to manage my riches

There are no substitutes or imaginary representations

To clutter the treasury of my heart

No hedge funds to make hostile takeovers of friendships

But I do pay interest for interest’s sake

And I’ve found that the more I share and give away this wealth

The more I get returned

Accumulating credit that buys nothing but happiness

Exempt from taxes and oblivious to thieves

 

 

David Trudel   ©  2013