The Observer

As I sit here I simply become lost in a time and place that seems familiar
Though I AM told it is new....f rom moment to moment
I am pulled from all that I thought I wasInto a new self
Almost as fast as the speed of Light
I become as I thought I was
What I have come to call my perception seems to have a hold on what I AM seeing
Humbly I let go of all pre-conceived ideas I might have had about my identity
And simply go along for the ride
Time again plays a role in the performance I am staging for me
It’s actually quite humorous from this vantage point

The Me I have come to call myself
Sitting…watching almost hoping for something different to occur
Suddenly It happens
I stop
As If I Am to take my last breath
And I become unknown to me
I seem to disappear
No thing
Am I
I AM still the Observer
 
 Ananda 5/19/2005