Don’t be greedy with the universe, she said to me.
 
But she didn’t say it in the mean way.
She didn’t say don’t dream big, don’t want things, don’t think you deserve.
 
She meant: look at your life and trust it.
Notice how you have forever been given what you need.
 
Notice how, while you’ve been railing and ranting and wanting,
enoughness has gathered around you like stones around a fire,
 
How, while you’ve been making lists of what should be
wishing the set and costumes were different,
there was a whole other play happening on another stage.
 
The real life.
 
Witnessed when you hand a dollar to the woman behind the register
in the color of the orange
in the magic laugh
 
Never calling, just crackling, speaking in tones —
the real life
 
Cup your hands and ask for it.
Start looking.
Sweetness. Honey in a bowl. Nectar.