Morning Meditation and the Magic Vine

In the everyday, ordinary dimension of reality and conversation, the pronouns “me”, “I”, and “mine” appear to be necessary to describe our experiences, our possesions, and our boundaries.  They are markers for the territory of the ego self.

Yet in the spiritual dimension of reality, being free of this type of identification with things is liberating and purifying.  I’ve heard this paradoxical truth many times, yet it wasn’t a lived experience until one day while meditating, I saw an image of a vine that reminded me of  an unresolved experience that had happened eight years prior.

It was an experience given by Mother Nature, Herself.  I trust that in the telling, it will reveal something to you too.

I identified the vine seen during meditation as the pumpkin vine that had grown out of a compost heap fed by my  kitchen scraps and other organic matter which I had composted under the banana trees which bordered the neighbor’s property. The trees blurred the property line between where their property ended and ours began.

The vine had sprouted out of the pumpkin seeds that landed in the compost many months before. Finding a pumpkin hidden under its own large leaf was a priceless moment.  In that same moment, an unknown woman appeared out of the neighbor’s house.  She was someone I had never seen nor heard during the many years I resided there!

She rushed over clothed in the body language of aggression and anger and adamantly claimed the pumpkin was hers. As I assessed the entire situation, I stepped back a bit and explained that I had planted the seeds and that I was happy to share with her, because there would be more!  This did not change her stance, her mannerisms, or her mind! She was ready to fight for what in her mind was “hers”!!!  In that moment,  it was just as obvious in my mind, that the pumpkins was “mine” and had just wandered over the invisible border between the two houses. I reluctantly let it go to avoid any further haggling.

This morning’s meditation freed me completely of that feeling of having something that was “mine” taken from me.  A beautiful recognition flowered within, that in reality, nothing is mine.  In that moment I had the feeling of being free of  “mine”, and a beautous lightness and purity expanded throughout my being.

This is a “fruit” that no one can take.  It is an inner treasure which can be shared and in the sharing, will multiply.

With great thanks to the “aina”(Hawaiian for earth) for providing the setting for that flowering to unfold and the impromptu character who appeared and disappeared …never to be seen again. It confirmed another spiritual truth which states that every scene has benefit, whether seen or unseen in the moment that it is occurring.

It was a good eight years before I was able to see the benefit.  Truth must be experienced to be known.  Finally the truth of knowing nothing is really mine blossomed. I am but the trustee of the many things that have been given to me; I am even a trustee of this body.

It was a moment in time, almost forgotten, yet the seed of truth finally bore its own fruit during that morning meditation.

Om Shanti~I am a Peaceful and Grateful Soul~

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