Youre The Watcher

I can say this:
You might have arrived just today
or last night or years ago.
You think you’re young and inexperienced
yet your smiles and your sobs,
your words and your silence,
come from ancient wisdom.
The dust rising beneath your feet
and the sun hanging down from
the sky that never judges, come from you;
that is silence.
You are not the endless dialogue in your mind
You’re the silence in the background, the light in darkness
You’re the music in the noise.
You’re not even your worries nor the discomfort in your belly
You are not your fear nor your anger, nor your frustration.
You’re the awareness that watches all these things happening to you.
You’re the watcher.