I’m not my name;
My parents gave that to me.

I’m not my body;
It beats its own heart,
Breathes itself,
Grows it’s own hair and nails.

I’m not my thoughts or emotions,
They are the software of the body,
Arising from it’s need to survive and move.

Who am I?
I am my consciousness,
If I can be thought, that’s not it,
If I can be described, that’s not it.

It has to be wordless,
Unconditioned,
Unborn,
Unformed,
Immortal.

And awake.