Now is the time to invest
in the Treasury of Silence.
It is not like other banks.
They will fail, overgrown
by the grace of the ancient forest.
that will never fail,
and we own it.
We are the board of trustees.
There are billions of us
sharing one abundance,
credit unbounded,
never-ending equity.
The portal to the vault
is always wide open.
Anyone can enter, to draw
on the Mother's endowment,
the Father's annuity.
Strange that so few of us
step through the door.
Come,
leave the mind of penury,
drop the chain of old stories,
receive the inheritance
of a quiet heart.
There's a gateway to this fortune
in each cell of your body.
Enter the golden darkness
of God's abysmal trust.
If your mind won't come,
leave it on the front steps,
begging.
Image: 'Wall Street' by Andree Wallin
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