Infinite limit

If you had an unlimited budget for 24 hours, what would you do?

Everything personal
has an edge, a boundary,
a final coin,
a last heartbeat.
But if something is limitless
it cannot be yours.
It cannot be mine.
It belongs to no one,
and therefore, to everyone.

Air does not ask
who should breathe.
Sunlight does not count
who deserves to warm.
Truth does not belong
to the one who speaks it first.
We humans reach for infinity
with small, grasping hands,
trying to pocket the ocean
in cups made of clay.

The ego whispers
“Mine, mine, mine
more, more, more.”
But the soul knows:
what is truly infinite
cannot be owned.
It can only be shared.

So if you ever hold
an unlimited budget for one day,
buy nothing for yourself.
Give everything away.
Because the only way
to touch the limitless
is to let it flow through you
to all beings.

Not for your name to remain,
not for your glory to shine
but for humanity to rise,
for suffering to lessen,
for the world to heal.

The infinite is not a thing you have.
It is a way you give.
It is not what you keep.
It is what you release.