You’re the watcher

I can tell you this:
You might have arrived just today
or last night or years ago..
you think you're young and inexperienced
Yet your smiles and your sobs and your stillness
come from the ancient wisdom.
The dust rising beneath your feet
and the sun hanging down from
the sky that never judges, come from you -
that is silence.
You're not an endless dialogue in your mind
You're the silence in the background.
You're the music in the noise.
You're not even your social status nor your clan
You’re not your fear nor your jealousy
You're the awareness who watches all these things unfolding.
You're the watcher.