Friday, October 07, 2005

Being

A poem from the book "On becoming a Person" by Carl Rogers -

Be not like the child Oh child
For the child in its innocent curiosity - pries open the bud
And the beauty he thus wished to see - is lost forever
Let thyself unfold thyself without manipulation either by thee or others

I am not sure if I got the exact words but it makes so much sense.

We seem to live either in the past or rush ahead to meet the future ignoring the joy of every moment's beauty in the present . Isn't being more important than becoming?

6 comments:

Usha said...

Lovely...Completely agree.
Here's the whole poem:
Be not like the child in all ways, child,
For the child in his impatient curiosity pries open the bud,
And the blossom he so wished to see
Is lost to everyone on earth forever.

Let thyself unfold thyself,
Without manipulation even by thee.
Let thy life also unfold itself around thee,
Without manipulation by thyself.

Removing impatience, let thy curiosity
Play lightly over this soft unfolding,
Which is essential to the flower of thyself,
For thyself and thy life and the world are one.

If you will but try this soft unfolding, child,
Then the flowering of thyself will be
Both more than you can possibly imagine,
And all that you have wished and longed to be.

Anonymous said...

Yes it is...
Very true
and thats the difference that makes happy people from others

Kasthuri said...

Lovely lines...Living in present is a very difficult task although not impossible. It just depends on the stability of the mind.

Random Access said...

Wow just shocases my strong belief. But I think a focussed and clear mind will manipulate the present to be in accordance with the dreams of the future, enjoying every step and second along the way, reaching the goal, only to work towards another future with small and steady steps. Lovely :)

Random Access
The search has just begun !!!

Random Access said...

After all, we are human beings :)

Random Access
The search has just begun !!!

Paavai said...

usha - thanks for sharing the complete poem

kasthuri - stability of mind - it is a goal by itself

random - human beings can only do these