“All gifts I give my brothers are my own.”
The text speaks of gifts having been given and received throughout time.
My treasure house is full, and angels watch its open doors that not one gift is lost, and only more are added. (W-pII.316.1:5, 6)
This is about the creative stream that flows from source into expression: love becoming tangible, peace becoming enjoyable, freedom becoming experience-able. You are invited to join the stream and become a cooperative component in the expression of all kinds of creative qualities. The awareness of being a pro-active element in creation in expansion is a continuous celebration.