Conscious Correction I Allow, I Open, I Recieve

[female] I welcome my divine flow. Gold in the river, warmth in the stone. My hands fall open, my shoulders know: I can receive and still be whole. Conscious correction— I change the refrain. Pleasure belongs here. Receiving can stay. I let the good enter, give sweetness a name. My life has room for a beautiful change. I have poured like a spring into everyone’s cup, kept a small, quiet corner for filling mine up. Now I bring my own glass to the generous stream; there is room for my body, my joy, and my dream. Every kindness I offered, each hour I gave, every beautiful thing that my loving hands made— I honor its worth without counting the cost. The gold of my giving was never lost. I unfasten the bargain that rest must be earned. I soften the places where worry has burned. Let the chair take my weight. Let the sunlight come through. There is nothing to prove to enjoy what is true. All I have given is returned to me. I welcome abundance abundantly. I allow, I open, I receive— more room for the life that is calling me. Zero effort in this moment, zero worry in my bones. Zero action, simply resting, letting goodness find its home. So more it be, and so it is— A’HO, I welcome my divine flow. Let it arrive with a beautiful ease, like a ripe piece of fruit falling into the leaves. Let it arrive through a song, through a name, through the worth of a gift I no longer explain. Paid for my knowing, my vision, my art, for the clear, living language that comes from my heart. I can treasure the wisdom that lives in my skin; I can love what I offer and welcome wealth in. No shrinking the number to make myself small. My cup has a bottom; I honor it all. The water can gather, the water can stay. I savor the sweetness of having today. Money for living with windows flung wide, for a table where laughter has somewhere to lie, for the mountain-lit morning, the garden in bloom, for the unhurried love filling every room. Money for beauty, for choosing, for play, for the freedom to give from a cup that stays. I can hold it with kindness, enjoy it with grace; there is room for abundance in this sacred place. All I have given is returned to me. I welcome abundance abundantly. I allow, I open, I receive— more room for the life that is calling me. Zero effort in this moment, zero worry in my bones. Zero action, simply resting, letting goodness find its home. So more it be, and so it is— A’HO, I welcome my divine flow. My jaw releases. My belly unwinds. The afternoon opens its amber-lined sky. My heartbeat is steady. My fingers uncurl. I am here to enjoy my place in the world. I am allowed to have enough. I am allowed to have much more. I am allowed to feel delighted when abundance finds my door. I am allowed a life of spaciousness, a soft and well-supported day. I receive without rehearsing how to give it all away. Conscious correction— the receiving is mine. I welcome resources, I welcome more time. I welcome the pleasure of being at ease. I welcome the wealth I have room to receive. Let the rhythm go low, let the harmony climb. Let my hips tell the story of a generous life. Let the chorus be honey, let the bass be the ground. I belong in the sweetness I am welcoming now. All I have given is returned to me. My birthright is abundance; I receive. I allow, I open, I believe there is beauty in letting life nourish me. Zero effort in this moment, zero worry in my bones. Zero action, simply resting, letting goodness find its home. So more it be, and so it is— A’HO, I welcome my divine flow. I allow. I open. I receive. Enough to keep. Enough to share. Enough for joy to settle here. My hands fall open. My heart says yes. I welcome the fullness. I welcome the rest. So more it be. And so it is. A’HO.