quilting compassion

to create without judgment would create more lightness for me. i have always been a person of definite tastes. what is this thing taste? i look at some things and i think they are silly or ugly or a waste of my time. not judging  allows things to become. without the hope for success or the fear of failure.
this not so clear rubbing of the same brass top reminded me of some sort of ancient tablet. spinning with a whirring kind of sound, a circle of music. old. encrypted.
the fabric is a lining of an old curtain. sun-stained somehow, discolored but in some sort of pattern by time. discarded by judgment. retrieved. a weird thing growing here . but i will let it continue its strange song.