First, there is survival—
which is air, water, food
and shelter, winter-clothing
and fuel for the fire.
It is staying out of danger,
and care for young and old
and those who may be ailing
or need some basic help.
As humans, we have done this,
through the ages, for our own
and even, when it was needed,
for others on our roads.
And then, there are the other things
in which we may delight
or draw upon for sustenance
of soul and heart and mind.
There is learning, which is needed
so that humans may survive—
the knowledge and the wisdom
of the past, in present life—
and more that we may learn ourselves
and pass on to the others—
to add to human knowledge
and the wisdom that can guide us.
There are pleasures—those of senses
and of other parts of mind.
There are satisfactions, needed
so we persevere and smile.
There is joy in our creations,
be these children of the flesh,
or the thoughts that turn to structures
made of wood or paint or words…
We have art and song and music
and all the crafts of Man
and all the games and knowledge
that are passed by mind and hand.
There is pain and there is sorrow
of the body and the mind.
And we each can be of comfort
by pausing to be kind.
There is joy in recognition.
There is sorrow, when we're scorned.
There is peace, in meditation,
In the depths beneath the storms.
There's a sense in us of oneness
with a sentience that is vast—
that knows of pain and pleasure
and of sorrow and of joy.
We are kin to those we're eating
or are eaten by in turn.
We have virtues and have vices
that at times may be reversed,
and the newer ones are layered
on the old that still abide.
There are instincts and emotions
that are primal and that drive
our actions in the present
as they did in ages past.
We had hunger, thirst and lusting,
and the three are with us still,
as those, who were without these,
have left no living trace.
There was bonding, there was friendship.
You can see these extant yet.
Though the trend is to annul these,
they have managed to survive.
There is love—and sacrifice.
There is fear and there is anger;
There is greed and there is hate.
And all of these were present
when we lived in trees and caves.
But in all things, there's a balance
that is lost, when senses close—
the outer and the inner ones
that whisper in the wind.
That are needed to be sane—
the voices of the waters, of the air and of the earth,
and the voices of the beings
that have death and so have birth.
There's the power to imagine
and the logic that's a guide,
and these things were there with ancients
and the beasts that still survive.
But our reason is a pilot
to the destinations which
are set by instincts, feelings
that our logics cannot reach.
These are some of the essentials
that have stayed, in essence, same.
And when these are forgotten,
Then we stoop to acts of shame.
2018 September 20th, Thu.
Brooklyn, New York