"how do I know you will pay me?"
the little boy asked his mom
at the time
she could not answer
she was devastated
he did not "trust" her
tonight she went went back,
she asked herself what she thought
she would have if he trusted her
and she saw it was all about her
and how she missed completely
this little boy in that moment
she couldn't even hear the question
tonight she met the little boy for the first time
and she saw herself:
"how do I know I will be paid,
be provided for?"
and she heard Katie,
in this moment
all that is,
all that you have
more than you can possibly use
(six cups on the kitchen counter)
six times as many cups as I could possibly use,
not to mention the ones in the cupboard
So so so much more than I need,
and i notice the future is now, now, now...
overflow overflow overflow
even one human being...
how much gratitude is enough for a human being...
like a giant accordion
regardless of what you are thinking
or where your attention is
seven billion hearts
no matter what you say, do or think
have you noticed how well things are going?
"a grateful heart, a garden is"--
gratitude, the soil
breathes new life
into that worn and spent image
where only dust was seen
out of "nowhere"
the emaciated smiles,
the ripe tomatoes
fall plump and juicy
off the vine
is there anything in your world
you have not given thanks for?
the desert but waits
truly is within
how do I know I will be paid?
oh oh oh
it's everywhere! everywhere! everywhere!
thank you, son