Frame of Reference (poem)

This morning during meditation it occurred to me that my true self, the observer (called I) is separate from myself (which is always being observed).

I remembered, how the first day when my back got injured, my body suffered excruciating nerve pain. In that moment, for the first time, I actually observed myself crying in pain. Looking back, it feels as if there was a distinct observer sitting somewhere within me, who was observing silently. Just like people passing by watch an accident on the road, without experiencing the pain of the victim.

Also, I remembered that when I was expressing my heart felt feelings in an extremely emotional moment, there was a distinct (though a) part of me which was speaking those deeply felt words. Again, I was merely an observer, hearing a part of me (called myself) uttering those words.

All these years, I was not aware of it.

I pray that I am able to observe my passive self and my reacting self in not-so-extreme circumstances too.



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The other day,

I saw myself crying,

in excruciating, nerve pain.



Another day,

I heard myself speaking,

heart felt feelings, desperately.



Recently,

I realized that,

circumstances, only, affect myself.



Now,

I am aware that,

a passive self, I, is observing myself.


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Aum Tat Sat