A red ball here, a red ball reflected
The sky here, the sky reflected
The moon shining, the shining moon reflected
The lake is serene and reflecting everything as it is
Like the lake, the boy's mind reflects things
A red ball here, a red ball reflected
The sky here, the sky reflected
The moon shining, the shining moon reflected
There were no thoughts in is mind, no ripples on the surface of the lake
He did not know the red ball, but merely reflested it thoughtlessly
Like a camera, like a photocopy machine, he is a recording device
He sees, but does not know seeing
There are humans moving around, so moving humans he reflects
Someone hits his head with the book
He has no idea what happened and what to do
His body's automatic reflexes drive his body to hit back with his fist
The teacher scolds him
His mind reflects this strange shape moving here and there
The words and the anger flow past him like the afternoon breeze
Like a mirror, he observes etenaly, understanding nothing
Look into his eyes and see for yourself
Like your own reflection in the mirror
He is so close that you can easily reach out to touch him
But yet so far away in parallel world that you can never enter
The boy is the eternal witness, the eternal watcher
There is no who, What, Where and how
There is no I, me, you, we and they
There is no watching, watcher or being watched
There is no truth but what happening right here, right now
Just watching alone is enough
Since the boy has nothing and knows nothing
Nothing matters, nothing has any consequence
Forever, he watches the queer dancing shadows in plato's cave
There is no time to be experienced, so no beginning or end to end witnessing
There are no boundaries to separated, so no objects to name or grasp
There is nothing but to witness, just like a mirror. A mirror.
