I watch, I observe, I explore.
I ask, I inquire, I implore.
What can you teach me my inner being?
What is the truth that I am not seeing?
Are you the Truth, with your worries and frets-
Living in what happened and what has not happened yet?
Or are you an illusion of something not really there?
Are you simply chatter, and it is merely space that we share?
Is the Watcher my soul, the one who transcends?
Is it this Witness bearing truth that I should befriend?
My heart does feel what my eyes may not see-
That the one who observes is truly me.