What is it?
01.12.07 (5:22 pm) [edit]
What is it?
Within each person that you see,
That man, or woman, walking beside you;
Children also laughing, crying, screaming, playing,
Each has an inner world with depths not yet fathomed.
Things hidden lie in the depths,
Forgotten,
Perhaps sleeping not yet awakened from slumber;
Let sleeping dogs lie, so the saying goes.
Conflicting desires,
Voices speaking,
Compulsive often repetitive,
For many, that is who they are, these voices.
Driven,
First this emotion,
Now that,
This feeling,
Then another.
An endless swirling of noise,
Worry,
Fear,
Jealousy,
Making true thought difficult if not impossible.
There is also joy,
Love,
Happiness,
Yet it passes onto something else.
Like vapor rising from the earth,
So are our emotions and feelings,
For a time strong,
Then dissipating, gone.
What is there below this rabble?
When the noise stops,
Quiet achieved,
Peace.
What is it that observes?
Simply watches;
Awareness,
Below all pounding waves?
Who are you?
Who am I?