The world turned,
and for once, I didn’t follow.

I wasn’t watching -
I was present. I simply… was.

Not through words,
not through signs,
but through a quiet light
in which the watcher and the watched dissolved.

It asked nothing.
It named nothing.
It simply was.

And in that stillness,
I saw -
not the world,
but the one who had always been watching it fade.

Closer than breath.
Older than time.
Not separate.

Just this.