Where thoughts and dreams entwine,A question stirs, both yours and mine,Isn’t the witness, just a witnessing?A paradox profound, in truth, unveiling. Beyond the mind’s relentless dance,Where ego, self, and concepts prance,A glimpse into the mystic’s trance,Reveals a truth, a cosmic chance. The witness, a silent, formless seer,Awakens in the stillness, clear,A mirror to the world, …
In the journey we trod, spiritual paths did we trace,Discovering the importance of a realized master’s grace,For truth beyond words, in silence does dwell,A knowing, a being, where words cannot quell. The company we keep, it shapes what we are,A universal principle, near or afar,With each passing insight, the fog starts to clear,Unveiling the truth …
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 …
Questioning, seeking, I looked all aroundFor a self that was nowhere to be foundThis “I” that I took myself to beWas but a mist, an ephemeral sea No thing contained it, no thought could graspThis infinite awareness, more transparent than glassEver-present, silent, empty, and clearThe witness of all that might appear No effort could touch …