Sakshi

Sakshi Not an experience, for all experience flickers and fades. Not a state, for all states arrive in time and leave in space. I am not what appears. I am that to which appearing happens. The seer never becomes the seen. The knower never steps into the known. Between them dances a fragile divide, but I… I am the light in which both arise. The body is known. The eye is known. The mind is known. Even the absence of mind is quietly known in deep sleep. Speech ripples, silence deepens, thoughts parade, their absence too, All are witnessed. None are me. Who am I? Not the knower, for the knower comes and goes like a title worn for a moment. Hearer, seer, thinker, feeler, roles assumed, roles dissolved. I am not “this” or “that” I, just am. Sat, quietly undeniable. I, self-reveal never needing a mirror Chit, the light behind all lights.   I, am the ananda, limitless joy.   I pervade time and space Ahankara flickers like a thought trying to be solid. Sometimes present, sometimes gone, but I watch both arrival and departure of the ahankara. Even in sleep, where mind dissolves into night, I return and say, “I slept.” The final dissolving tripod known, knowing, knower, all sink back like waves in the ocean The wave rises—water is. Wave falls—water is. The moon borrows light from sun, mind borrows from Atma. Mind changes, I do not. I am the thread stringing all beads into one, connecting the past with the present connecting the present with the future Sakshi, they call me, witness. But even that is a name placed upon the nameless. The sun does not think, “I illumine.” It simply shines. So too, I do not witness I just be. unnegatable negator unobjectifiable subject unexperienceable experience Unattached. Unmoved. Unbroken. Asanga. That is me!