No I to find

I can’t find anyone doing the writing of these words, although words are being written.

I can’t find a thinker who is making the accompanying thoughts appear.

I can’t find the one who made the body wake up again this morning.

I can’t find any mechanism by which this organism is controlled.

I can’t find an owner of this seemingly very personal life.

I can’t find anyone to whom this awareness belongs.

I can’t find a self separate from the rest of BEING.

I can’t find a location or center to me anywhere.

I can’t find an inside separate from outside.

I can’t find what is referred to as “me.”

“I” can’t find anything at all.

As there is no “I” to find.

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