Behind this name, this face,
Beyond all masks I wear,
Apart from thoughts that race,
And moods that flare and fade,

Here now, a presence bare,
Untouched, serene, aware,
The seamless witness I bear,
Eternal, undismayed.

Through days that come and go,
Each joy, each aching loss,
All highs that overflow,
Or failures that across me stray,

As waves on ocean tossed,
The witness holds its post,
Alone, and yet not lost,
Come what may.

This inner sight unmanned,
By gain or fortune’s flight,
In stillness makes its stand,
Clear mirror undefiled,

Reflecting day and night,
Through pain, through hope’s delight,
With wisdom’s patient sight,
Changeless, and softly smiled.

Here now, rest as this –
The witness pure, divine,
No end, no genesis,
At last you’ll know the bliss,

This truth sublime is mine,
The witness calm, benign,
The Self that transcends time,
Eternal…and sublime.