WHERE SEEING HAS NO CENTER.

~ An insightful poem by Heloisa Moura 😉

“In pure seeing, there is no seer apart from the seen.”
Jean Klein

~* The Seeing Without a Seer.

Look at what is here

before the mind names it.

A color appears.

A sound arises.

Light touches the eyes.

There is seeing.

Then thought says,

I am seeing this.

A seer is created.

An observer seems to stand

behind the eyes,

looking outward

at a world.

But where is this seer

before the thought of it?

Can you find a boundary

between seeing

and what is seen?

Look without searching.

The tree does not stand

apart from the seeing of it.

The sound does not travel

toward a separate listener.

A sensation does not need

someone behind it

to be felt.

There is simply

the immediacy of experience.

The mind divides

what is whole.

It creates the one who sees

and the thing that is seen.

But in pure seeing,

the division is absent.

Nothing stands between

awareness and appearance.

No observer needs

to step forward.

No witness needs

to claim the experience.

Seeing is complete

without a seer.

The seen is complete

without being possessed.

For a moment,

let the division fall silent.

What remains?

Not a state.

Not a special experience.

Only this open intimacy

in which seeing

and the seen

are not two.