Still More

I may not know much, but I've learned
enough to feel this in my solar plexus:
hoarding is a cancer that siphons off life
force, as surely as a stag, shot mortally, 

bleeds out. Joy must flow; abundance is
in movement. I have only just begun to
practice swimming in this current. My
limbs are clumsy, inelegant. I learn, but
slowly. I aspire to grace, long for friends
with whom to share this river, its bounty.
To try to keep it to myself would be to
trigger stillbirth. No. Here, take some.
Hold it just long enough to receive its
nourishment. Release. Invite still more.