“Doing is Being,” Ray Bradbury
[Image ID: A poem by Ray Bradbury titled “Doing is Being.” Doing is being. / To have done is not enough; / To stuff yourself with doing—that’s the game. / To name yourself each hour by what’s done, / To tabulate your time at sunset’s gun / And find yourself in acts / You could not know before the facts / You wooed from secret self, which much needs wooing, / So doing brings it out, / Kills doubt by simply jumping, rushing, running / Forth to be / The new-discovered me. / To not do is to die, / Or lie about and lie about the things / You just might do some day. / Away with that! / Tomorrow empty stays / If no man plays it into being / With his motioned way of seeing. / Let your body lead your mind— / Blood the guide dog to the blind; / So then practice and rehearse / To find heart-soul’s universe, / Knowing that by moving/seeing / Proves for all time: Doing’s being! End ID]
