THE KNOWER BEHIND THE KNOWN
Whenever in front of a mirror
No matter how I looked
I thought I am that
Whenever I felt hunger and thirst
No matter where it was
I thought I am that
Whenever I had imaginations
No matter good or bad
I thought I am that
Whatever I learned with pride
No matter how deep it was
I thought I am that
Whenever I felt enough for the day
I slipped to sleep
I felt nothing –
Absolute ignorance
Really?
If I am ignorant,
How do I know that?
Then,
Who is that silent knower?
The knower of my personality
The knower of my needs
The knower of my thoughts
The knower of my determination
The knower of my ignorance
Is that the real ‘ I ‘ ?
When I thought thus,
Silence engulfed me.
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