When I was a babe
My being was all set
By mom’s beating heart
And the taste of her milk
No words as of yet.
When I was a lad
My being was made new
By the smell of the rain
And the colors of the sea.
All notions were few.
When I was a teen
My being opened wide
By the poetry, prose
And harmony I heard.
Art concepts applied.
Being reminded again
I’m doing my best
Being is primary, then
I’ll learn the rest
When I was a man
My being was set fire
By smells of the city
And cries of the hungry.
Ideas inspired.
When I was a dad
My being was consumed
By money and possessions
And blunting of the senses.
Thinking still bloomed.
When I became gray
My being was informed
By understanding, insight
Knowledge and science.
Consciousness transformed.
Being reminded again
We’re doing our best
Being is primary, then
We’ll learn the rest
September 22, 2017
Social being is the precondition for thought and knowledge of the world.
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