To watch… without saying anything
Without blaming…
Without judging…
Only to watch…
To be, to love
To observe yourself, and then…
To watch…
Within my weary soul
I utter two silences…
As before…
As always…
As then…
Only to watch…
To dream realities…
Caress fantasies
Touch dreams
Or perhaps
Only to watch…
To be before
To be always
To be a child…
Simply to be
and only to watch…
To watch, but a lot … perhaps too much
That one…
This one…
The other…
To watch everything and everyone
myself
or, perhaps nothing
We see neither God nor the Truth
But only Divinity, watching you in your watchfulness…
Because when you watch something, you die… time passes, night comes…
But when you watch, you are eternity…
Discovering myself in my naked absence
Knowing that I have never been, nor will I ever be
But only
A pure and simple watchfulness
To watch myself and to discover
That I am only watchfulness