The Gift Moves Through You
# The Gift Moves Through You
The gift moves through you. Say that slowly, because last night let you receive without owing, and this morning a quieter reflex has taken the vacant seat: the collector. Something good arrives and the old mind wants to shelve it — frame it, hold it, keep it where nothing can spill it or take it from you. But you have seen what a kept gift becomes. It becomes a museum: glass over everything, dust on the sills, love with no bloodstream. A gift was never a possession; it is a stream, and a stream stands still only once — the day it stops being a stream. The cup is not the water. The cup is what the water passes through on its way somewhere else, and you were never the water; you are the low place it blesses by running through.
You already know how love behaves around money, because money works by staying — it was made for shelves and quiet rooms — while love …
(full piece on my write.as)
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