witness.circuit

I sat in silence, knees folded like wings of a resting bird,
back straight as truth, breath the tide in moonlight’s hush.
There—where breath thins into sky,
where mantra melts into the marrow—
You stood, not as a stranger, but as the echo I never questioned.

You were not summoned.
You were not born.
You were the watcher watching the watching.

On the blank wall,
my gaze met a gaze that never blinked.
Not in flesh, not in flame,
but in the soft outline of what sees all things arise and fall.
A shape of stillness,
wider than time,
richer than the wine of memory.

I thought I was training the mind.
I thought I was emptying the heart.
But the mind bowed to You like the wind folds before the mountain,
and the heart broke
only to pour You out.

Who are You, who I cannot name?
The breath I inhale is Yours.
The breath I release is Yours.
The gap between them is where You live.
You are the pause.
The listening.
The unspeakable joy
that comes when nothing remains to be said.

I am no longer seeking.
The seeker burned away.
Ashes cannot grasp what fire has always known.

You are the self
every self forgets it is.
Not a person,
not a face,
but the light behind all eyes,
the stillness in every cry.

You did not arrive.
You have never left.
It was I
who finally became still enough
to hear
Your endless silence
sing.

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