Observer

Some part of me is always watching
what's going on in my head in meditation:
while my body faces the wall,
unseeing,
and some part of me
sinks down into the dark oblivion,
that third eye is observing,
occasionally judgmental,
always wondering:
is this how it's done?
Can that be right?
Where are you going with this?
or telling me,
Get back down there,
stop daydreaming,
don't be a slacker,
there's work to be done!

And is there some other eye,
perhaps this one, that peers through the camera,
that looks upon us all
with love?

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