Who is the watcher behind your eyes
and the listener inside your ears?
Who is the speaker inside your mouth
and the thinker within your mind?
When you are thirsty,
who reaches for the glass of water,
and who decides when your thirst
is satisfied?
Who are you?
Your name is not enough,
neither is your gender nor your age,
nor your job, nor whom you know
nor to whom you are related,
nor are your experiences enough
to describe who you are.
There is a self beyond all of these,
a self that witnesses your name,
your history, your likes and dislikes,
your hopes and fears,
your elation and your heartbreak.
This self witnesses your experience
of bodily sensations
and yet it is not your body.
Who are you?
Who are you really?
Mere words cannot contain you,
nor can pictures or sounds of any kind.
The indescribably beautiful awareness,
the consciousness of your consciousness
cannot be defined.
Let it rest then.
Let the self rest and observe
and settle into the place of witness.
Keep asking the question
Who am I?
And perhaps one day
you’ll remember
the timeless ground of being
the open doorway
the infinite nature
of the self, the true self,
the source of all that is.