– The One Who Sees –

Something is.
Enduring.
But how?
Is that me?

Gaze after gaze,
outward
and inward.
Swaying.

Before, there—
now, here.
Nowhere
an end.

Enduring remains.
Change without change?
What could that be?

Again that sense.
A pointing—
for whom?

In the chest,
the finger.
Pointing back
at itself.
And the sense.

Felt,
unbodied.
Struck,
groundless.

Held
by nowhere.
Seeing
in the now.

Enduring,
only you.