Not to have but to be.
The black heart of the poppy,
O to lie there as seed.

To become the belovéd.
As the world ends, to enter
the last note of its music.

Denise Levertov

«There is a realm of time where the goal is not to have but to be, not to own but to give, not to control but to share, not to subdue but to be in accord. Life goes wrong when the control of space, the acquisition of things of space, becomes our sole concern.»
Abraham Joshua Heschel

Generations of stifled words, reaching out through you
Aching for utterance, dying on lips
That have died of hunger,
Hunger not to have, but to be.
Generations as yet unuttered, dumb, inchoate,
Unuttered by me and mine
In you I see them coming to be ....
John Dewey