The Witness
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 …