hanging on the wall, noting some leaves of mark
with eyes invisible, staring glances unblock
fixing a stare, making some honey whispers
hissing earnest talk, time is on your fingers
spinning 'round in circles, running 'round the moon
in numbered silent moment, memories shift too soon
retreating a minute's fate, releasing a destiny
dreaming a future's goal, isn't a chance for eternity
grind some grains while they're on your hands
the clock is ticking, the late hour reprimands
the seconds will be late, to catch up the luck
seize the moment, the truth is on the clock...
-o0o-
“When the young baby begins to use his eyes in an inquisitive manner to inspect his surroundings, he shows that his mind is at work. He hungers for visual experience and in the process of growth makes new demands upon his capacities to see. He must perceptually differentiate his own hands from the hands of his caretaker. If his inheritance is normal, he exercises his capacities at the appropriate level of maturity. If poorly endowed or his neuro-motor equipment has been damaged , he may not display adequate adaptive behavior, even in the most elementary use of his eyes and hands. ”
Oh, Baby, please open your eyes
discover the wide world
playground of mind and motion
let your mind think
lead your vision and grow your mentality
let your eyes get hold of the physical world
hold anything with your hands
bring eyes and hands in coordination
reach anything in sight, seize and exploit it
mouth it, bang it, rub it, whatever is your maneuver
