The Witness

If we could just listen
To the simple truth
That resides within us
And avoid all the rest.
How often are we awake
But not aware?
Listen for the next thought
Actively wait for the next idea
Patiently wait, and in so doing
The egoic mind stops
And then suddenly
An awakening, an awareness
A quieting of the racing mind
Peacefulness reigns
And all is right once again.
The witness has reappeared
You as you once were.
Without malice
Without jealousy,
Without intent,
Other than to be
Just to be. And witness
The magnificence of being.