whose mind is it anyway?

it's my mind of course
but who am I without “my” mind?
a felt perception of "I"-ness?
your royal f-ing highness?
a ghost in the middle of a field of knowing?
the tootsie roll center? an elusive wind blowing?
or nothing much, or nothing at all
not even nothing nor no-nothing
not fat, thin, short, or tall
"neti, neti" say the seers
not this, not that, not white or black
not straight, bi, queer or trans
trans-cending the human that “I” am?
not knowledgeable, ignorant
high class or low
who am I who watches this show?
someone in here would sure like to know
the operator of my pocket calculator?
not an ounce of help from this world we live in
when I punch in the numbers
no conclusive answer given