I wrote this for a Philosophy & Arts group meeting in March of 2020, and I saw it again recently. Why not share with a broader audience?

When introducing myself to you here

I can say I’m a thinker or a philosopher 

Or my name is Nur Banu and I go by NB

But these are just contingent facts about me

What really matters I must say

Is my existence day to day

Depends not on me or the universe at bay

But something other than me, and far away?

I know these for sure about me:

I need to breathe and eat and occasionally pee

I love having my family and friends around 

And all that I love eventually finds itself in the ground 

So what is this biography, intellectual or otherwise 

Yes I like Socrates and Meno and I’d prefer to be wise

But fundamentally if you were to ask me 

I’m a being so incredibly needy 

That I require continual upkeep

Even when I’m lying down and asleep 

If the whole cosmos were a book

It would be the first place I’d look

Because a living contradiction is what I am

Finite being yearning for eternity — that’s the name of the program