Body

Watch, watch, watch My limbs move My body moves I am neither the movements Nor am the body For am just the watcher For I just happen to see The body and its movements Thanks to what nobody knows "No, no, no That can't be true" Someone said From inside me Oh, what inside! ? No clue where that someone is lodged Yet, I know someone said If that is someone and if I knew I can't then be him I am the knower in the game A mosquito bit On my knee My eyes were closed Yet, in my mental eye I could see My knee with the mosquito on Even the colour of what I wore But that had nothing to do With my actual attire then When what there really was Only the experience of a bite A flash or flowering In the awareness that I am Like a ripple in a lucid pond My knee that was bitten And the attire I saw Were just an image Gathered from the past Down memory lane The body is a thought Never is it wholly felt But only in bits and parts Nose, eyes, ache or ease Then as a whole conjured up Like a group photograph The knee thus I know Is an unwanted add-on On the singular flash That was just a bite An experience, a knowing Flash of consciousness Which I always am Through all transactions Which fools christen The world or the universe Of names and forms May Consciousness only shine Nay it is the only One that shines Which I am There is then nothing else The world is Consciousness A single whole Perceived as impossible parts The seer I am Never different from it What a tragedy then That I am wont To always see it split into parts Diverse, different Often as a looming threat