The witness
Stalked
by thought,
we chose to
be nonchalant,
by relinquishing
belief of ownership,
looking at these images,
as ephemeral wisps of smoke,
appearing and then disappearing,
no different from waves of the ocean.
Bereft of thought, all that which then remains,
is formless presence poised in the void,
as pure awareness self-aware,
to which form is an object,
from outside looking in
at the senses five
and lower mind;
instruments
for our
use.
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2025
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