This body is here and I am well aware of it, but I am not this body. I have a body. It is not the same body I had years ago, so it is obvious that it is not who I am.
And this personality that I seem to be stuck with is here, but it is not who I am. It used to be different, not so subtle, more critical, and not as forgiving as it is now - both of self and others.
No matter where I look I don't seem to be able to pinpoint myself. Where am I but everywhere?
No perfection in this bodymind from the human perspective, yet perfection is here and all around.
Surrender leaves nothing but love. Can't you feel it?