Where Are You, Adam
Adam did not exist until God called his name.
He was an unpolished clayware
retaining his fragile spirit in it. He was a naked man
who enjoyed everything in the Garden of Eden while breathing
refreshing air stepping on the clouds, walks between sun, moon,
and stars.
Adam became a man of self
after God called him by name, until then,
he was being without realizing ontological his self.
In fact,
since the time he started to hide his privy parts with a fig tree leaf
he may faintly have begun to recognize his self; thus far, no one
assured his being to him, though he may exist, he did not exist
as himself, the Adam;
and it’s just like, a baby is a baby
unless he has his own name, after parents name the baby,
he becomes a person of the personality that no one
can claim him otherwise.
Is that why unhappy Adam
picked and bit the forbidden fruit?
Is that why the backward Adam
covered his private parts with the fig tree leaf?
Is that why the frightening Adam
hid himself under the shade of a tree?
From the moment he realized himself as being,
he lived the real life of a man, a man of mental anguish
and physical hardship who hangs on to the end of a thread
called “hope” that is finer and more feeble than silk
while looking on heaven above.
Copyright © Su Ben | Year Posted 2014
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