Meditation My mind is a monkey, sometimes even a donkey, My mind is always moving, but I can watch it move, so, I am not my mind. My body is tired, and I have a bit of pain, on my right shoulder, From that boulder, two days ago, so I can feel my body, but I am not it. Who am I? I was even angry, for a day or two, until I realized, I did, That my emotions, I can just see them, so they are not me. The one I want to be. You see? I am not that. I am not that. I am not that. A cat? I am.