Witness

--When I can be the witness, all manner of miracles occur-- old wounds heal, the past reveals itself to be released, present dramas play themselves out without sinking emotional talons into my soft skin.     

The witness welcomes truth and dares to meet reality on its own terms.     It is the ground in which the seeds of transformation take root and finally flower.   

When the witness is awake, the lake of mind is still, and in that mirrored surface, I see my own true face.

                                                                                            Danna Faulds