Space Oddity


I am the person in my thoughts.

When I think of me, there I am.

When my attention is elsewhere,

I don’t notice I’m missing.

If I were to think about it

– there I’d be again, assuming

I’d been there all along.


I never see my absence, since

I ‘look’ for me by thinking.

If I check my experience though,

I am always absent. Everything I

experience appears as not me,

I seem to be the one experiencing it.


Anything can be the object of attention,

anything at all – except the subject.

We always keep things at arm’s length.

I think I am a conscious object in space

– No, I am Space: empty of me,

full of everything and everybody else.