Seven Levels?
Seven Levels?
There are then seven
Levels of perception I've
Stumbled across... ah,
First is food, shelter,
Clothing - base necessities
To keep us alive.
Second is those things
We think we need to survive -
Material pills.
Third is friendships we
Find, grow, loose along the way,
A grieving journey.
Fourth is love, being
Felt as needed, vital, of
Importance, valued.
Fifth is a concept
Some call 'morality' - what's
Right or wrong, and why.
Sixth is the value
We place on those one closest
To us, our loved ones.
Seventh is mortal -
Birth and death, beginning - end.
These we can't avoid.
Mind you, the seven
Levels ebb-and-flow just like
Wash tides, seeping through
One-another and
Interrelating, weaving
Webbed footpaths of life's
Experiences.
Levels two-to-seven
Don't process orderly -
They all mingle, change,
Borrow, bleach, fluctuate, mesh,
They are such part flesh.
It's just a thought, not
A theology of self.
A life examined.
(Maljam/Mallard 16.4.05)
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