Chapter 5 · Nature Speaks the Divine

Noticing the Abundance

Cristina do Valle Mirrors of the Infinite

Rows and rows of sprouting plants, As far as the eyes can see, Flowers luring little bees, Beauty stretching its whimsical hands, And saplings growing into trees. I hold my breath and strain to see, With more than the eyes that squint in wonder, At how this miracle came to be. Can all of this be just for me? The answer comes from what is under, The “All that is” of this perfect scene… “Notice me”, it begs, Reach out your arms in a V to the sky, And breathe me in… “It is yours”, it seems to insist, “For all you have to do to deserve is exist, And all you have to do to receive is notice”. And as the day unfolded, To flowering bloom that defied belief, The Wizard led us to his Jade relief; Little lanterns of fluorescent green, And sat us across from his flattened tree. It was cool and breezy beneath the silvered leaves, And his magical voice lulled us gently to peace. He spoke of the cost of seeing things true, How he gave up his freedom, As all wizards must do, So beauty, unpossessed, could enter his sight, Not as reward, but as living light.

Reflection

This poem came from a moment of pure presence, where nature itself became a teacher. I remember being surrounded by so much beauty that it felt almost unreal—flowers in bloom, saplings growing, a sense of life flourishing everywhere. Writing this was my way of bowing to that miracle, of letting the abundance around me speak.

The Wizard in this poem symbolizes wisdom that comes from humility. He “gave up his freedom” to see beauty not as something to own but as something to witness. This is a lesson that stayed with me: true abundance cannot be possessed. It can only be noticed, received, and celebrated.

The distortion this poem helped dissolve was scarcity—the illusion that we are separate from abundance, that beauty and blessings are something to earn. In that moment, I felt the truth: existence itself is enough. Just by being here, we are worthy of everything life offers. The line, “All you have to do to deserve is exist, and all you have to do to receive is notice,” came through like a divine whisper.

Writing this also taught me that abundance is not always loud or extravagant; sometimes it’s quiet, waiting to be acknowledged. The Wizard represents the cost of seeing truth clearly—the willingness to release attachment, to live in simplicity, to trade ownership for awe. That is the price of real vision: giving up the illusion of control.

This piece feels like a prayer and a reminder: the world is already overflowing with magic, but only an open heart can see it.

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