Seeing from Within

There is someone alive. Who sees from within. The silence between

thoughts. Where all begins. Not the doer, not the seen. Just a space

where both have been. When the noise fades, the heart remains.

Unmoved by pleasure, untouched by pain. Maybe life is never mine to claim.

Just a sea. Without a name. There is someone alive. Who sees from

within. The stillness behind me. Where worlds have been.

Eyes may wander, mind may chase the light. Yet the watcher holds the endless

night. Beyond the waves of form and fleeting dream. Pure awareness flows