Grandma's sampler

My grandmother, for she would not allow herself to be referred to as 'Granny' or any other such demeaning slang, on my mother's side was a tidy woman.  Her hair was tidy, her curtains were tidy, even her toast was tidy.  In fact the only thing close to a flourish I witnessed from her was when she lay down her cards saying "Gin".  Outside this reckless abandon she was simply 'tidy'.  There were few, if any paintings to add color to the rooms that I remember.  I do remember one small frame of a saying that was in a black frame and it said:

                                                 Rags make paper
                                                 Paper makes money
                                                 Money make poverty
                                                 Poverty makes rags

Kind of an odd quotation for the wife of the Vice President of the National City Bank of Cleveland.  I remember being fascinated by the circle of words and thoughts.  After almost 40 years of 'practicing' eastern
philosophies and an occasional religion; I've made my own sampler:

                                                 I make fear
                                                 Fear makes mind
                                                 Mind makes illusions
                                                 Illusions make "I"

Not haiku but true.

When the illusion of I (mind) is missing; fear is absent and the now of life is present.  
Some years ago (everything is that now) a friend in recovery said that fear came from one of
two things:  fear of not getting something we want or fear of losing something we have.
If I allow my 'self' and not my 'mind' to live in the now; there's nothing I fear to lose or gain.

Anyway, thanks grandmother for the little frame around a circle of ideas (and the copy of
Atlas Shrugged when I was 13) and I'm sorry for slipping the change out of your piggy
bank for candy for me and my brother.