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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