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The Observer

Apparently I should understand,

What’s going on inside my mind.

But when I probe,

It remains elusive.

Enigmatically reclusive.

When I simply sit still,

A cascade of thoughts and feelings,

All compete for centre-stage.

Like the din of an audience,

Before a performance.

Or a cacophony of debate,

Competing for a point to make,

With no speaker to call ‘Order’!

Rarely these facets of me,

Can ever seem to agree.

When I can become observer,

Watching the chaos unfold.

Avoiding the compelling draw.

The roar then abates.

Quiet calm is my state.

I can sit aware of arisings.

Comforted all will pass,

That all is transient.

This state is not easily found.

But it is truly profound.

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