The merry observer….
In the zones of the receding senses,
When one is purely aware,
One travels to enigmatic places
Which are boundless and vast
This place is sacredness
Where entry is denied
To those who don’t know ‘stillness’.
In a surrendered awareness
Where the mind has been ripped of all debate
Where all cloaks of conditionings
And the paraphrenalias of dialogue
Have been shamelessly shunned,
I escape into this silent zone.
Here…god,me and existence
Have lost defining boundaries.
Only a DISPASSIONED WITNESSING