The Silent Witness

It is ever present.
No matter how I may dare
to pretend or ignore.


As I destroy
and recreate
within myself,
it is constant as the breath in my lungs.

I am Shiva,
destroying that
which no longer serves.
Recreating from the ashes
a brighter future.

As old worlds fall
and new realms arise,
there,
hidden in the folds of it all,
sits the one that will weigh
my heart against the feather of truth.

The eternal spirit of the soul.
The one that sees every notion and sentiment,
whether acknowledged or not,
will be the one to place that feather beside my heart.
Until I learn to become,
I will stand to the judgement of:
the silent witness.