What Is Left?

Sitting perfectly still,
almost,
there was seeing

in and out breath,
sweet birth,
easy death,
endless loop,

and thoughts
passing, quick
in receptive brain
like shooting stars,

and sensations
arising and dying here
and then there,
random,

and feelings,
all kinds
washing away
in succession.

Sitting perfectly still
almost,
there was seeing

awareness itself,
steady,
with a few bouts
of brokenness

in between,
from mind
in training
still,

mind over mind,
bearing fruit
with flashes of insight
during high times,

no matter left
behind,
only empty shell,
without substance.