the knower and the known

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the knower and the known
be aware
   how quietly
      the room is already holding you.
black raven clicks only once,
   traffic coils itself far, far away,
      mind thought rises as, light
         mist lifting from a morning star river
            then, poof! it’s gone.
don’t dare chase it.
you are sitting, rock mountain
   azure blue, wide sky heaven,
      this wordless open space, stillness
         in which everything always
            appears.
here,
   without even trying,
      you are only ever this:
         clear eyes wide open, still wondering
            knowing that you know—pure awareness
               fully rests well
                  within itself.
that old wooden chair,
   one greasy, grimy window,
      a slow, long drift of breath
         all the knowing and the known
            passing gently through,
               tenderly, easily.
more soundless than passing,
   untouched by what awakens,
      the knower and
         the known
            simply
               is.
—carol weaver © 2026