The House of Gifts

gratitude is the realization
I am the house of gifts
everything is within me
as a Soul I am he
who sits at rest there,
as a Soul I am she
already containing abundance
gratitude is a rediscovery
of a forgotten, secret chamber
inside of ourselves
where all Souls can meet
the outer world disparages
what it cannot see,
what it cannot comprehend
and the world asks,
did you take that voodoo in,
that you were fed in there?
the world says slaves
cannot survive
without puppet masters
as a Soul I respond no,
we don’t take in real magic,
that of which
we are already made
we remember instead,
who we already are
giving,
receiving,
and opening gifts,
like children
on Christmas morning
when I incarnated
into the world
it was the world
who fed me a lie,
telling me gods
couldn’t be gods,
without being evil
and it is you world
who tried to tell me
remembering who I am
would lead to my death
it is you
that is designed to distract
from the treasures
buried within us,
our birthright and freedoms,
and train Souls instead
in outer dependency
you tell us
to be grateful for what
outer systems
can grant unto us,
trying to necessitate yourself,
and outer kingdoms
as our lord and savior,
you tell spirit
that preceded such things
that preceded all things
it is we
that must pay homage
for your outer dominion
as if you can contain us
but gratitude is being
in the divine pattern
of receiving ourselves,
not deceiving ourselves
receiving our own living,
and infinite reflections,
that can know no death
gratitude is Being,
already in
the house of the lord,
the house of all gifts


~ Wren Clement Eli