Thinking continuum: A journey from senses to mind to soul

 

Thinking continuum: A journey from senses to mind to soul

A little touch, a single sight,

A passing sound, a fading light.

Experiences - raw, without a name,

To learn, give it a name 'n a frame 

The more we learn, the more we know.

Thus our thinking skills start to grow

Then facts awake, begin to weave,

To sort, group, to truly believe.

Mind finds a pattern, makes a link,

More than experience, now we think.

Knowledge is created, reasons known,

Low to critical, thinking's grown.

But thought can climb, a higher way,

To build new pictures, day by day.

To question deep, and truly see,

The how it feels, inside of me.

The soul's own thought, a gentle art,

A qualia quest, in knower's heart.