What is it that we are?
What is it in us that is always here?
What is it in us that notices the sunlight
reflected on a drop of water
hanging from a leaf?
or the swishing of palm leaves
in the wind ?
An ant crossing the terrace?
The humming of the fridge?
What is it in us which sees thoughts and emotions?
The irritations and moods?
The breathing out?
The neighbor shouting loud?
What is That which sees,
all appearances coming and going
Look beyond the coming and goings
of appearances to That which is always present.
There is only This.
Everything else comes and goes.
And there are no words to describe This
Its non conceptual
but ever present.