Sending the Gold aka Bioenergy Transmission
It is gathered up now
in my heart chamber,
the sunrays on my face
the birdsong kindness,
the resounding silence
in the meditation hall.
I cannot keep it all.
My heart spills riches
to the hard sharp places
where explosions silence the birds
where a mother is watching
her child die of hunger.
My heart spills the gold to the refugees
whose boat is overturning.
I cannot keep the light to myself.
I don’t know why
I am gifted with community,
why I am fed and housed and safe.
but I know I must spill
and send the gold
out to places where it’s needed.
©Susa Silvermarie 2025
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