I have a body
but I am not my body. I am
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
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
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 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
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
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
one who makes it move. What can be moved
is not the mover. I have
a body but my body is not me.

For me, a poem is a key, unlocking a moment in time and revealing the infinite well of possibilities that every moment holds. Poetry brings us to creative presence.

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