Yóu have a head, with everything:
cheeks, chin, and ears, nose and
eyes that determine your position

That head of yours is full:
there is a tongue in it, with teeth
and a lot of brains, but

I don't have that myself

I am not that myself

When I think of the inside
of my skull, there is nothing:
a void

And when I concentrate on it
I just have no thoughts
as if I am completely at ease

not something, just space
an observing spirit
to whom the world appears