I sit and watch, the world unfolds, No purpose sought, no story told. The breeze hums softly, leaves embrace, In silent rhythm, time leaves no trace.
A bird in flight, a shadow’s dance, The fleeting moments of happenstance. Eyes unchained, no goal to bind, Just the art of seeing with an open mind.
Not every glance must bear a weight, Not every gaze needs tethered fate. In watching still, life’s truths appear, A quiet knowing, sharp and clear.
For beauty hides where reasons fade, In unscripted moments, softly laid. So I’ll keep watching, calm, at ease, For in such watching, the soul finds peace.
“to watch without a recon is to yoursel yourself the gift of this presence. Sinhala meaning”
“Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?”
Fragment Of Me 