A Moment with Greed

Here it was. Greed, staring me in the face. Sprung from overheard casual conversation, about money and stuff. Usually, I would brush it away, quick. Shame from hosting such an ugly feeling. This time was different, and I held the shame, and the greed both at once. With fear, as third party. Fear of not having enough. As I sat still, I started exploring the greed, all of it. Shame gone. Only greed left, with its almost erotic pull. For a few minutes, I became 'it'. And then, poof . . . it was gone, completely, and in its place, a sense of exhilarating freedom. Joy, also.