Returning the Gifts of Life to the Source
In the earliest Vedic tradition, the sacred fire was kindled each morning as an act of remembrance.
The people placed offerings of grain, milk, or ghee into the flame — not to bargain with heaven, but to give thanks for the life already received.
This act was called yajña — a word that means worship, offering, communion.
It was never about loss; it was about participation in wholeness.
Every spark of that ancient fire still burns within the human heart.
When we write our Treasures — the simple sentences of gratitude, the moments of wonder, the quiet blessings — we are making our own small offerings into that inner flame.
Each word of thanks becomes fuel for remembrance.
Each slip of paper, placed into the vessel, becomes an ember of praise — candy for the Divine.
To practice gratitude in this way is to perform a modern yajña.
We light a candle, take a breath, and return our awareness to the Source from which it came.
The Treasure Vessel becomes our sacred fire.
The act of writing becomes our chant.
The smoke is invisible, yet the fragrance of our gratitude rises through the unseen world, nourishing life itself.
At times we may choose to bring the practice to the outer fire — gathering in circle, writing what we are grateful for, and offering these notes to the flame.
The fire crackles, the smoke ascends, and we remember:
nothing real is lost — only transformed.
Our offerings become light.
Our words become wind.
Our gratitude becomes prayer.
This is the movement of the cosmos itself — the eternal cycle of giving and receiving.
The Sun gives warmth, the earth returns blossoms; the breath comes and goes; love flows out and returns multiplied.
Every Treasure participates in that rhythm.
Every act of genuine thanks keeps the world in harmony — just as the Vedic rites once kept ṛta, the cosmic order, alive.
And when we exhale our blessings — through breath, song, or silent wish — they ride upon the Wind Horse, carrying peace and prosperity to all beings.
For in truth, abundance is not something we summon; it is the very nature of the universe remembering itself through us.
So we give, not because we lack,
but because we are full.
We offer, not to be seen,
but to remember that we are already seen by Life itself.
Each word of gratitude is a flame,
each breath a hymn,
each heart a living altar.
Om Purnamadah Purnamidam…
From Wholeness & Abundance, Abundance flows.
Om Shanti Shanti Shantih
Peace, Peace, Peace.
