Traveler:
"Oh, honey-flowing Monarch, the fifth stop on my journey,
I come bearing a 'brave' 'heart', and the 'tether' of 'possession'.
Why does your orchard never count its fruits?
Can you use your wisdom to solve this 'cycle' of 'gain and loss'?"

Abundance:
"O traveler, have you seen that generous Sun?
Has It ever, for 'every ray of light' It shed, demanded repayment?
Have you seen that fruit-bearing tree? Has it ever held its 'fruit' tightly in its 'hand'?
Or does it just quietly let It ripen, and then, return to the soil?"

Abundance:
"The 'possession' you are confused by is the 'logic' of the 'warehouse'.
O traveler, that is a 'struggle' to 'fit' the River into a bucket.
The 'more' you 'collect', the more you 'fear' 'loss', the more impoverished you feel.
Because, you have already forgotten, you yourself are the Source of the River."

Abundance:
"Abundance is not the 'quantity' of what you 'have',
O traveler, that is a 'state of openness' that 'allows' all things 'to flow through' you.
Your 'worth' never 'grows' because of 'having', nor 'diminishes' because of 'losing'.
You yourself are an orchard that 'bears fruit', you are a light that 'shines'."

Traveler:
"I understand... Abundance is not a 'static' 'noun',
It is a 'flowing' 'verb', it is the word 'to become'.
I need not 'possess' the sunlight, I need only 'become' the sunlight's 'gift'.
I need not 'own' the fruit, I need only 'become' the 'branch' that bears fruit."

(Epilogue)

The Monarch of 【Abundance】, smiling, transformed into that warm breeze blowing through the orchard.
I extended my hand, and caught that drop of golden nectar falling from a pear.
I tasted It.
That was the 'generosity' of the 'entire Universe' meeting my 'tongue' for 'an instant'.
Sweet, and free.
My 'hands' were still empty, but my 'heart', already, possessed everything.
I, with my 'Abundance', had reached a reconciliation.