The Dead-end Up Here

I am awareness. I see, yet I am not the light. I witness the candle flame, not the fire; I know the sun, but not its dazzle. The body vibrates, yet I feel no pain. The eardrum moves, yet I do not hear. The subtle breath moves, catching quiet molecules, sending signals to the brain— yet I taste no scent. Your kind words arrive, bringing joy to the heart. It quivers, sending nectar up the spine. Still, I am only the witness. I see myself in you, ever so briefly. Recognition— I am love. I am a mirror reflecting the universe, from the fallen leaf to the flickering quasar. I do not see or hear, taste or think, love or hate. I am only the mirror, reflecting all the body lets in. I have no shape, no size. I begin nowhere, I end nowhere. I am never absent. Look for me—everywhere and nowhere.