To The Observer Within

A toast to the Observer within, to Eckhart Tolle, who helped me to recognize that there was one.

You who look out on the World 

You who sees this me, I call Myself

You who helps me see through the Madness

You who is free to just Be

Without judgement of all that is going On

Without the disguise that I use to Where

Without the mistake that it is all happening to Me

Without the Illusion that I am what I Experience

You who is willing to never be Seen

You who watches even when I am Gone

You who sees through the Mystery of Thought

You who knows that my dreams cannot be Bought

With your True seeing I have found my True Way 

With your Blessing I have learned how to Play

With your Understanding I have begun to heal Myself

With your Strength I have been lifted from the Mire

You who sees beyond all that once ruled Me

You who has no trouble but only Divine Grace

You who lives inside me and outside of me Reflected

You who has delivered me from my own Prison