I have a body
but I am not my body. I am
the one who makes it move.
What can be moved is not the mover.
I have a body but my body is not me.
I have thoughts
but I am not my thoughts. I am
the one who sees them swirl.
What can be seen is not the seer.
I have thoughts but my thoughts are not me.
I have feelings
but I am not my feelings. I am
the one who feels them feel.
What can be felt is not the feeler.
I have feelings but my feelings are not me.
I have wants
but I am not my wants. I am
the one who knows desire.
What can be known is not the knower.
I have wants but my wants are not me.
I am the one
who moves
who feels
who knows
who sees
I am the one
I have wants
but I am not my wants. I am
the one who knows desire.
What can be known is not the knower.
I have wants but my wants are not me.
I have feelings
but I am not my feelings. I am
the one who feels them feel.
What can be felt is not the feeler.
I have feelings but my feelings are not me.
I have thoughts
but I am not my thoughts. I am
the one who sees them swirl.
What can be seen is not the seer.
I have thoughts but my thoughts are not me.
I have a body
but I am not my body. I am
the one who makes it move.
What can be moved is not the mover.
I have a body but my body is not me.
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