Observer

One, there is what you can sense and can do -
two, there’s what you think, feel and intuit -
three, emanating from out of the blue -
there is I, who can perceive all of it.

Minute, hidden, barely perceptible
within a noisy, oblivious mind,
but when still, I am obvious symbol
of human treasure yearning to be mined.

Superficial duality dominates,
ensnaring reason in tight constriction,
but within my realm I can open floodgates
to open inkling in light conviction.

Possible infinite I can anoint,
I’m humanity’s liberation point.