Would there be anyone to tell me or show me in which fold from the Big Consciousness Cloth I have once again let myself be trapped ?
In the swell of this useless wave, I whirl until the break of dawn.
Never before does it seem to be ready to drop me off on the Shore of Sleep.
How can it be tightened again ?
Can we shake the cloth back into shape, both of us, in a repairing flow,
before laying it properly folded ?
I am this Cloth, I can see it,
The backwash of my body,
Damaged against edges
What would I think of
If I were jailed for real ?
Our free Self can see
The other’s imprisonment
Right here, underneath.
The moment I feel it
Folds don’t matter anymore.
Nor does the wait for a retighening hand.
The stagnation pool has become a neutral point
And is set back in motion by the Freeing Perspective.