I am not this body.
This body could never contain me.
Sometimes, however, this body gets in my way.
Sometimes it distracts me with its needs and urges.
Sometimes it stops me with sickness and pain.
Sometimes it frightens me with its weaknesses and vulnerabilities.
Sometimes it deludes me into only seeing other bodies.
Sometimes it controls me with illusions that baffle me.
Sometimes it is my nemesis, tricking me with the idea that I am here to protect it, rather than it being here to carry me.
Sometimes it deceives me that size, strength, colour, gender, age, things, matter.
Sometimes my eyes don't see, and my ears don't hear, and my skin does not feel, and I miss the beauty of it all.
Sometimes its insistence in holding my attention limits my awareness and being.
I am not this body.
I am mind.
Connected to all mind.
An essential part of the wholeness of mind.
Capable of awareness.
Capable of knowledge.
Capable of choice.
Capable of creation.
Capable of compassion, forgiveness and all other forms of love.
My mind, not my body, creates my experience and gives meaning to everything.
My focus is to be on my mind, not my body.
My attention is to be upon the activities of my mind and not those of my body.
I am not this body.
I am mind, and the only true activity of mind is the choice between love and fear.
