Seeing Through the Quilt

 

Nothing that ever happened to you is meaningful [to anything but the "me"].

You don't matter...

Michael A. Singer (February 2026) Mind is Not the Enemy. What is Stored Within It Is. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=In3np-epMMI&list=PLyOuAoSmZkKoESr2acNWwhznusbBkKXsT&index=1

Listening to Michael A. Singer this morning...lead to this...

Removing the Quilt

The indwelling awareness of being....

peeks shyly from behind the intricately patterned quilt

hanging from the line of an insignificant "me".

As the breeze blows,

the way the breeze is meant to blow,

carrying droplets of perfect morning dew,

the sweetness of blossom, the seeds of new life, 

and the ashes of dying form,

the quilt hangs solidly,

stubbornly resisting the movement requested of it. 

Unlike the thinning sheets,

 now almost transparent from their many healing washes, 

and that now flap so noisily and freely beside it, 

the quilt, in its heavy weight, resists blowing with the wind.

The pure awareness of being hidden behind it,

a growing child with curious intentions,

chokes on the dust that has settled in a protective layer

over the many squares and colours of this quilt. 

Behind the unmoving barrier, the child of awareness feels so little 

of the refreshing touch this gentle cleansing wind offers.

It sees so little beyond the fraying threads and the many colorful patches 

that were added to this quilt... one joy at a time, one sorrow at a time

until 10,000 of each were sewn into the fabric of its memory.

As beautiful, or as unsightly, as this creation may appear to the perceiver,

it has become an obstructive barrier for the growing child trapped beneath it. 

Sigh!

As attached as I may be to the fruit of my action, I must think of the child.

I must not-so-gently shake the dust from this covering,

use a broom and beat it off if I must, so the child can breathe. 

Better still, I could undo the rusty pins the "me" clings to the fabric with 

and allow this obstruction to tumble to the ground in a beautiful pile of colours.

Or maybe, if I dare even further, I could remove the wire I call "me"

from which this veil is suspended.

I must let go and set free that which is longing to be free. 

Despite the long hours spent stooped over the rack

in devoted stitching and effort as I added carefully selected patches

I understand now that this quilt serves no one.

I clearly see  what I have created in my mind...

something that stifles the growth of awareness.

I must let awareness see and feel what it is here to experience. 

I must let it run freely in the wind on perfect bare feet that kiss the grass

 in reckless abandonment.

I must let it extend its innocent face up towards the sun

as it giggles with a joy every child is meant to echo.

I must also let it fall and skin its knees,

feel the pain of defeat,  and the agony of loss.

Despite my lingering attachment to the creation 

I have sewn and hung so carefully on this line of "me"...

I must let go.

I must set this awareness free so it can embrace this Life 

the way it is meant to do.

Dale-Lyn; February 17, 2025

All is well