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questioning


long walks that suddenly awaken questioning:
"Where am I going?
Who is this "me"
that has a destiny
or merely flits along prevailing wind?"



promote questioning in all the public places.



if we articulate the important questions, take them in as guides, converse with them as colleagues, play with them as children, look through them as windows on our future world, what joy!



Then, the question becomes: are we strong enough in our authenticity, integrity, and collective power to act appropriately?



Send a question to the universe
in due time the reply appears
kinda like scrying



Within the sacred crystal
of the moment
question and answer merge,
synthesize eternity.



Questions can be so comforting. Anything can be supposed as
simple what ifs. It is only an idle question, not threatening nor
demanding.



question everything
accept or reject with clear awareness
and flexibility


Not to detract from dramatic renditions
of sober reflection – every exception
still begs the question we lack language
to ask.




 the dangerous questions are constantly being asked by real life circumstances. We who hear do feel compulsion to answer disturbingly.



Angst, worry, tension as well as heartache or heartsong or fleeting vision of perfection, or what we feel, think, know, question -- these are all food for art.


 I think the real question is, why do so many people hate their lives so much that they prefer to live in dreams of ultimate destruction?



 we must question our metaphors, our underlying principles, our shared or unshared perceptions, in ever more precise attempts to cover the distance. But who has the time for that?



I see your reflection.
The answer decodes the question
a higher order includes us all


The question: Do we wish to learn where we each
find context, or prefer to live within what we
assume?



a world of inconsistencies to ponder
questioning is the key



We are called to ask ourselves what it is that we truly value—what will matter in the end when we question the meaning of our lives?



finding with them
questions, keys and doors;
realizing history is only destiny
when explorations cease;
invitations from space and time
come complete
with choices



Caught in conundrum ‘tween twilight and dawn
Formerly someone, lost without form
Back to that question you asked being born
and the answer that started when?



Travel broadens, expands the skein of us.
Doesn’t surely lead to trust nor lessen tension.
Still, to explore, add to what we all know,
the more we learn to question, to quest
instead of merely step by step progress.




Dare I question her
abundant concern?
I a masked gypsy
painted in gloom,



Without question or shame, we murdered as if to keep score.
Without honor or remorse, we laid waste to our host,
to our only home,
then cursed her for not giving more.



The big question?
How humans can learn to live
successfully together, doing
what needs doing in our own
best interests.



we tend to move through the world with blinders and coded boundaries, not seeing what we see, but what we have told ourselves or been told so long questioning is never sought




We devised a game as drugless school chums,
dubbed “The Question Game”.
Each in turn would ask a question of a philosophical
nature – perhaps a question with which the questioner
had privately wrestled, or not.
Then we all played the question, speaking our random
associations or tangent questions or answers or
hypothetical tests or suggested scenarios
or whatever we fancied.
Once we had nothing urgently to say, the question
had been played, the next person got their turn
as questioner.
If any of the group did not get their turn they would be
the starters for our next session.
We came to know each other very well – how each thought
and expressed, and believed.
We each learned about ourselves – what questions
spoke to us, what they said.
And the wide expanse of answerings.



Not to detract from dramatic renditions
of sober reflection – every exception
still begs the question we lack language
to ask.
We digress from distressful suggestibility
onto easier path. Does it matter?
To whom?



Q & A
 
 
I need you, out there,
to ask delicious questions,
feed my liminal factory --
imaginal machinery set to
engineer exquisite ideas
in shrink-wrapped phrases.
Tell me your shame-held
secrets, fears that track you
in the night.
Let me meld them with
trenchant fairytales,
legends that recapitulate
on cable news, vibrant stylings
of the Blues,
surreal cartoons rendered by
Nietzschean travails.
Let me knead this recipe,
sprinkle with inchoate memories,
bake at near 99 degrees
until brilliant fragrance overtakes the air.
Now, open wide and taste
enchantment, as your questions
and my answers
meet, mingle, mutually complete.



Questionnaire
 
 
 
fill out your portrait in my gallery.
*
1. By what name do you call yourself?
*
2. What land/sea/sky scape captures and carries you?
*
3. What is your quest?
*
4. What color do you see when you think "color"?
*
5. What do you consider a landmark instant in history – its myth and your opinion?
*
6. What book/song/film most haunts you?
*
7. If you were totally cut off from all humanity, with whom would you want
your one telepathic link?
*
8. If you discovered a new celestial object, what would you name it?
*
9. Who remains your favorite childhood heroic character?
*
10. How do you get your news?
*
11. With what non-human animal do you most identify?
*
12. In the chilly hours and minutes of uncertainty, what image most easily
calms you?
*
13. What face do you put on to face your fears?



Is there an answer? (or nest of answers)
What is the question?
What is our quest,
if we allow ourselves that story?



questions for our billions' dreams


Is it a blankness,
a lack, an inability?
How do functioning people
not feel the pain, the shame,
the horror at insanity that engulfs,
destroys hope for noble stories,
soul destiny, journey of humanity?
How do we so self-injure, inure to
stench of rotting murder?
If some one, sage or fool, could explain,
had that overview, that knowledge, how
could such abhorrent consciousness
respond?Where is the confessional, the
congregation of outpouring faith,
caring community, self-help group,
spirit cell to tell our sorrow, our
abreactive truths, release inheld
suffering, escape delusive silence,
find each other to unite
as common strength, open a conduit
to create a kind and vital people
within to honorably live?




It's not that I have sure answers
or clear questions
or any reasons why.
It's not that I even know
that there are answers.
I merely dare to try.
What can I ask of you?
Hope those who share my cares exist?




How rise beyond mistakes, examine, question
beliefs, accept, trust
eternally a now
not sanctioned by our faith?



If I could devise, discover
words and gestures, embodied
answers to join us all
in happy equilibrium,
I would gladly reach out
so far my arms might break.
I would fly above the fray,
call cleverly to
mesmerize, dismantle stagnant walls
that crassly hold nirvana at bay.
Would you dare to question fate,
exercise escape?



As the waves blow, the winds flow,
the sands sift with sea
And faraway stars shine in soft mystery
Her eyes shine with starlight and stare at the sea
Asking questions as ancient as night
Expecting no sign to appear.



It's not as if I have the answers. What I have are open-ended questions into which theories and possibilities can be dropped.



Intuition insists
the answers exist.
It is the questions that await asking.



Within the sacred crystal of the moment
question and answer merge,
synthesize eternity.



 long walks that suddenly awaken questioning: "Where am I going? Who is this "me" that has a destiny or merely flits along prevailing wind?"



Art is experiment
Self-constructed frames,
playful perspectives,
layered suggestions,
prayers and questions
subtly arranged



Questions unanswered
burble and spike, like loud arrogant gas
rumbles.



Nourishment will arrive soon.
Knowledge will take longer.
Think on your questions.”



What it is to be human.
In search of the answer
questions met on the trail.



Free will or fate?
Not the relevant question.



Questions. Questing makes us wise. Resist
hypnotized consent: “Yes, oh great glowering
crowd, yes, Sir Mighty Educator. Your words
stink with deceit under sweet perfumes, narcotics
draining of ability to decline.”



Beat down, swallowed in
sweat, too hot for questions
to make sense.



a world of inconsistencies to ponder
questioning is the key



I see your reflection.
The answer decodes the question
a higher order includes us all



It’s that question we need to explore,
experiments that intrigue us,
that essential project calling for our attentive exercise,
work to improve our lives that feels real,
that gives us shining dreams, appreciation
for who we can be




Send a question to the universe
in due time the reply appears
kinda like scrying



The question: Do we wish to learn where we each
find context, or prefer to live within what we
assume?



truths we can learn or discover
truths we feel, experience
truths we know we do not know
truths that change with
point of view
or time
Why fight
over truth, under stubborn banner?
Truth is neither
question nor answer.



Adapt Persist Question



When in doubt, ask questions --
why assume
intuition will come through?
Peace offers a great deal more of benefit than fighting
when in doubt, ask questions



What everybody knows
is often just what most of us
are too lazy or uncaring to question



A quest full of questions.
A fool's 'oliday.
And, have I mentioned,
no promise of pay.
Just a born again supplicant
reshaping the code,
creating the tale I'll tell
when I'm old.


Do you get what we're all missing?
We could be questioning and listening.
Giving credence to each other's dreams

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promote questioning in all the public places.
 
 
 
long walks that suddenly awaken questioning:
"Where am I going?
Who is this "me"
that has a destiny
or merely flits along prevailing wind?"
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
if we articulate the important questions,
take them in as guides,
converse with them as colleagues,
play with them as children,
look through them as windows on our future world,
what joy!
 
 
 
the question becomes:
are we strong enough in our authenticity,
integrity, and collective power to act appropriately?
 
 
 
Send a question to the universe
in due time the reply appears
kinda like scrying
 
 
 
Within the sacred crystal
of the moment
question and answer merge,
synthesize eternity.
 
 
 
Questions can be so comforting.
Anything can be supposed as
simple what ifs.
It is only an idle question,
not threatening nor
demanding.
 
 
 
question everything
accept or reject with clear awareness
and flexibility
 
 
 
the dangerous questions
are constantly being asked by real life circumstances.
We who hear do feel compulsion to answer disturbingly.
 
 
 
Angst, worry, tension as well as heartache
or heartsong or fleeting vision of perfection,
or what we feel, think, know, question --
these are all food for art.
 
 
I think the real question is, why
do so many people hate their lives
so much that they prefer to live in dreams
of ultimate destruction?
 
 
 
we must question our metaphors,
our underlying principles,
our shared or unshared perceptions,
in ever more precise attempts
to cover the distance.
But who has the time for that?
 
 
 
I see your reflection.
The answer decodes the question
a higher order includes us all
 
 
The question: Do we wish to learn where we each
find context, or prefer to live within what we
assume?
 
 
 
We are called to ask ourselves
what it is that we truly value—
what will matter in the end
when we question the meaning of our lives?
 
 
 
finding with them
questions, keys and doors;
realizing history is only destiny
when explorations cease;
invitations from space and time
come complete
with choices
 
 
 
Caught in conundrum ‘tween twilight and dawn
Formerly someone, lost without form
Back to that question you asked being born
and the answer that started when?
 
 
 
Travel broadens, expands the skein of us.
Doesn’t surely lead to trust nor lessen tension.
Still, to explore, add to what we all know,
the more we learn to question, to quest
instead of merely step by step progress.
 
 
 
 
Dare I question her
abundant concern?
I a masked gypsy
painted in gloom,
 
 
 
Without question or shame, we murdered as if to keep score.
Without honor or remorse, we laid waste to our host,
to our only home,
then cursed her for not giving more.
 
 
 
The big question?
How humans can learn to live
successfully together, doing
what needs doing in our own
best interests.
 
 
 
we tend to move through the world
with blinders and coded boundaries,
not seeing what we see,
but what we have told ourselves
or been told so long
questioning is never sought
 
 
 
 
Not to detract from dramatic renditions
of sober reflection – every exception
still begs the question we lack language
to ask.
We digress from distressful suggestibility
onto easier path. Does it matter?
To whom?
 
 
 
 
Is there an answer? (or nest of answers)
What is the question?
What is our quest,
if we allow ourselves that story?
 
 
 
 
It's not that I have sure answers
or clear questions
or any reasons why.
It's not that I even know
that there are answers.
I merely dare to try.
What can I ask of you?
Hope those who share my cares exist?
 
 
 
 
How rise beyond mistakes, examine, question
beliefs, accept, trust
eternally a now
not sanctioned by our faith?
 
 
 
If I could devise, discover
words and gestures, embodied
answers to join us all
in happy equilibrium,
I would gladly reach out
so far my arms might break.
I would fly above the fray,
call cleverly to
mesmerize, dismantle stagnant walls
that crassly hold nirvana at bay.
Would you dare to question fate,
exercise escape?
 
 
 
As the waves blow, the winds flow,
the sands sift with sea
And faraway stars shine in soft mystery
Her eyes shine with starlight and stare at the sea
Asking questions as ancient as night
Expecting no sign to appear.
 
 
 
It's not as if I have the answers.
What I have are open-ended questions
into which theories and possibilities
can be dropped.
 
 
 
Intuition insists
the answers exist.
It is the questions that await asking.
 
 
 
Art is experiment
Self-constructed frames,
playful perspectives,
layered suggestions,
prayers and questions
subtly arranged
 
 
 
Questions unanswered
burble and spike, like loud arrogant gas
rumbles.
 
 
 
Nourishment will arrive soon.
Knowledge will take longer.
Think on your questions.”
 
 
 
What it is to be human.
In search of the answer
questions met on the trail.
 
 
 
Free will or fate?
Not the relevant question.
 
 
 
Questions. Questing makes us wise. Resist
hypnotized consent: “Yes, oh great glowering
crowd, yes, Sir Mighty Educator. Your words
stink with deceit under sweet perfumes, narcotics
draining of ability to decline.”
 
 
 
Beat down, swallowed in
sweat, too hot for questions
to make sense.
 
 
 
a world of inconsistencies to ponder
questioning is the key
 
 
 
It’s that question we need to explore,
experiments that intrigue us,
that essential project calling for our attentive exercise,
work to improve our lives that feels real,
that gives us shining dreams, appreciation
for who we can be
 
 
 
 
truths we can learn or discover
truths we feel, experience
truths we know we do not know
truths that change with
point of view
or time
Why fight
over truth, under stubborn banner?
Truth is neither
question nor answer.
 
 
 
Adapt Persist Question
 
 
 
When in doubt, ask questions --
why assume
intuition will come through?
Peace offers a great deal more of benefit than fighting
when in doubt, ask questions
 
 
 
What everybody knows
is often just what most of us
are too lazy or uncaring to question
 
 
 
A quest full of questions.
A fool's 'oliday.
And, have I mentioned,
no promise of pay.
Just a born again supplicant
reshaping the code,
creating the tale I'll tell
when I'm old.
 
 
Do you get what we're all missing?
We could be questioning and listening.
Giving credence to each other's dreams
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Within the sacred crystal
of the moment
question and answer merge,
synthesize eternity.



promote questioning in all the public places


finding with them
questions, keys and doors;
realizing history is only destiny
when explorations cease;
invitations from space and time
come complete
with choices


Travel broadens, expands the skein of us.
Doesn’t surely lead to trust nor lessen tension.
Still, to explore, add to what we all know,
the more we learn to question, to quest
instead of merely step by step progress.

question everything
accept or reject with clear awareness
and flexibility


What everybody knows
is often just what most of us
are too lazy or uncaring to question


The question: Do we wish to learn where we each
find context, or prefer to live within what we
assume?

we articulate the important questions,
take them in as guides,
converse with them as colleagues,
play with them as children,
look through them as windows on our future world
the question becomes:
are we strong enough in our authenticity,
integrity, and collective power to act appropriately?

I think the real question is, why
do so many people hate their lives
so much that they prefer to live in dreams
of ultimate destruction?


The big question?
How humans can learn to live
successfully together, doing
what needs doing in our own
best interests.


we must question our metaphors,
our underlying principles,
our shared or unshared perceptions,
in ever more precise attempts
to cover the distance.
But who has the time for that?

long walks that suddenly awaken questioning:
"Where am I going?
Who is this "me"
that has a destiny
or merely flits along prevailing wind?"


Caught in conundrum ‘tween twilight and dawn
Formerly someone, lost without form
Back to that question you asked being born
and the answer that started when?


It’s that question we need to explore,
experiments that intrigue us,
that essential project calling for our attentive exercise,
work to improve our lives that feels real,
that gives us shining dreams, appreciation
for who we can be


We are called to ask ourselves
what it is that we truly value—
what will matter in the end
when we question the meaning of our lives?


Questions can be so comforting.
Anything can be supposed as
simple what ifs.
It is only an idle question,
not threatening nor
demanding.


Angst, worry, tension as well as heartache
or heartsong or fleeting vision of perfection,
or what we feel, think, know, question --
these are all food for art.


Art is experiment
Self-constructed frames,
playful perspectives,
layered suggestions,
prayers and questions
subtly arranged


Not to detract from dramatic renditions
of sober reflection – every exception
still begs the question we lack language
to ask.
We digress from distressful suggestibility
onto easier path. Does it matter?
To whom?


What it is to be human.
In search of the answer
questions met on the trail.



Questions unanswered
burble and spike, like loud arrogant gas
rumbles.


I see your reflection.
The answer decodes the question
a higher order includes us all


the dangerous questions
are constantly being asked by real life circumstances.
We who hear do feel compulsion to answer disturbingly.


Send a question to the universe
in due time the reply appears
kinda like scrying


When in doubt, ask questions --
why assume
intuition will come through?
Peace offers a great deal more of benefit than fighting
when in doubt, ask questions


we tend to move through the world
with blinders and coded boundaries,
not seeing what we see,
but what we have told ourselves
or been told so long
questioning is never sought


How rise beyond mistakes, examine, question
beliefs, accept, trust
eternally a now
not sanctioned by our faith?


It's not that I have sure answers
or clear questions
or any reasons why.
It's not that I even know
that there are answers.
I merely dare to try.
What can I ask of you?
Hope those who share my cares exist?



If I could devise, discover
words and gestures, embodied
answers to join us all
in happy equilibrium,
I would gladly reach out
so far my arms might break.
I would fly above the fray,
call cleverly to
mesmerize, dismantle stagnant walls
that crassly hold nirvana at bay.
Would you dare to question fate,
exercise escape?



As the waves blow, the winds flow,
the sands sift with sea
And faraway stars shine in soft mystery
Her eyes shine with starlight and stare at the sea
Asking questions as ancient as night
Expecting no sign to appear.

Nourishment will arrive soon.
Knowledge will take longer.
Think on your questions.”

It's not as if I have the answers.
What I have are open-ended questions
into which theories and possibilities
can be dropped.



Intuition insists
the answers exist.
It is the questions that await asking.


Free will or fate?
Not the relevant question.



Questions. Questing makes us wise. Resist
hypnotized consent: “Yes, oh great glowering
crowd, yes, Sir Mighty Educator. Your words
stink with deceit under sweet perfumes, narcotics
draining of ability to decline.”



Beat down, swallowed in
sweat, too hot for questions
to make sense.


Dare I question her
abundant concern?
I a masked gypsy
painted in gloom,



Without question or shame, we murdered as if to keep score.
Without honor or remorse, we laid waste to our host,
to our only home,
then cursed her for not giving more.



a world of inconsistencies to ponder
questioning is the key




Is there an answer? (or nest of answers)
What is the question?
What is our quest,
if we allow ourselves that story?



truths we can learn or discover
truths we feel, experience
truths we know we do not know
truths that change with
point of view
or time
Why fight
over truth, under stubborn banner?
Truth is neither
question nor answer.


A quest full of questions.
A fool's 'oliday.
And, have I mentioned,
no promise of pay.
Just a born again supplicant
reshaping the code,
creating the tale I'll tell
when I'm old.


Do you get what we're all missing?
We could be questioning and listening.
Giving credence to each other's dreams


Adapt Persist Question
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Within the sacred crystal
of the moment
question and answer merge,
synthesize eternity.
 
 
a world of inconsistencies to ponder
questioning is the key
 
 
finding
questions, keys and doors;
realizing history is only destiny
when explorations cease;
invitations from space and time
come complete
with choices
 
 
Travel broadens, expands the skein of us.
Doesn’t surely lead to trust nor lessen tension.
Still, to explore, add to what we all know,
the more we learn to question, to quest

we articulate the important questions,
take them in as guides,
converse with them as colleagues,
play with them as children,
look through them as windows on our future world
the question becomes:
are we strong enough in our authenticity,
integrity, and collective power to act appropriately?
 
 
 
promote questioning in all the public places
 
Questioning makes us wise. Resist
hypnotized consent: “Yes, oh great glowering
crowd, yes, Sir Mighty Educator. Your words
stink with deceit under sweet perfumes, narcotics
draining of ability to decline.”
 
 
question everything
accept or reject with clear awareness
and flexibility
 
The question: Do we wish to learn where we each
find context, or prefer to live within what we
assume?
 
 
What everybody knows
is often just what most of us
are too lazy or uncaring to question
 
The dangerous questions
are constantly being asked by real life circumstances.
We who hear do feel compulsion to answer disturbingly.
 
 
 
 
I think the real question is, why
do so many people hate their lives
so much that they prefer to live in dreams
of ultimate destruction?
 
 
The big question?
How humans can learn to live
successfully together, doing
what needs doing in our own
best interests.
 
 
we must question our metaphors,
our underlying principles,
our shared or unshared perceptions,
in ever more precise attempts
to cover the distance.
But who has the time for that?
 
long walks that suddenly awaken questioning:
"Where am I going?
Who is this "me"
that has a destiny
or merely flits along prevailing wind?"
 
 
Caught in conundrum ‘tween twilight and dawn
Formerly someone, lost without form
Back to that question you asked being born
and the answer that started when?
 
 
It’s that question we need to explore,
experiments that intrigue us,
that essential project calling for our attentive exercise,
work to improve our lives that feels real,
that gives us shining dreams, appreciation
for who we can be
 
 
We are called to ask ourselves
what it is that we truly value—
what will matter in the end
when we question the meaning of our lives?
 
 
Questions can be so comforting.
Anything can be supposed as
simple what ifs.
It is only an idle question,
not threatening nor
demanding.
 
 
What it is to be human.
In search of the answer
questions met on the trail.
 
Art is experiment
Self-constructed frames,
playful perspectives,
layered suggestions,
prayers and questions
subtly arranged
Angst, worry, tension as well as heartache
or heartsong or fleeting vision of perfection,
or what we feel, think, know, question --
these are all food for art.
 
 
Questions unanswered
burble and spike, like loud arrogant gas
rumbles.
 
 
Not to detract from dramatic renditions
of sober reflection – every exception
still begs the question we lack language
to ask.
We digress from distressful suggestibility
onto easier path. Does it matter?
To whom?
 
 
I see your reflection.
The answer decodes the question
a higher order includes us all
 
 
 
 
 
Send a question to the universe
in due time the reply appears
kinda like scrying
 
 
When in doubt, ask questions --
why assume
intuition will come through?
Peace offers a great deal more of benefit than fighting
when in doubt, ask questions
 
 
we tend to move through the world
with blinders and coded boundaries,
not seeing what we see,
but what we have told ourselves
or been told so long
questioning is never sought
 
 
How rise beyond mistakes, examine, question
beliefs, accept, trust
eternally a now
not sanctioned by our faith?
 
 
Free will or fate?
Not the relevant question.
 
 
It's not that I have sure answers
or clear questions
or any reasons why.
It's not that I even know
that there are answers.
I merely dare to try.
What can I ask of you?
Hope those who share my cares exist?
 
 
 
If I could devise, discover
words and gestures, embodied
answers to join us all
in happy equilibrium,
I would gladly reach out
so far my arms might break.
I would fly above the fray,
call cleverly to
mesmerize, dismantle stagnant walls
that crassly hold nirvana at bay.
Would you dare to question fate,
exercise escape?
 
 
 
As the waves blow, the winds flow,
the sands sift with sea
And faraway stars shine in soft mystery
Her eyes shine with starlight and stare at the sea
Asking questions as ancient as night
Expecting no sign to appear.
 
Nourishment will arrive soon.
Knowledge will take longer.
Think on your questions.
 
 
Intuition insists
the answers exist.
It is the questions that await asking.
 
 
Without question or shame, we murdered as if to keep score.
Without honor or remorse, we laid waste to our host,
to our only home,
then cursed her for not giving more.
 
 
Beat down, swallowed in
sweat, too hot for questions
to make sense.
 
 
Is there an answer? (or nest of answers)
What is the question?
What is our quest,
if we allow ourselves that story?
 
 
A quest full of questions.
A fool's 'oliday.
And, have I mentioned,
no promise of pay.
Just a born again supplicant
reshaping the code,
creating the tale I'll tell
when I'm old.
 
 
It's not as if I have the answers.
What I have are open-ended questions
into which theories and possibilities
can be dropped.
 
 
truths we can learn or discover
truths we feel, experience
truths we know we do not know
truths that change with
point of view
or time
Why fight
over truth, under stubborn banner?
Truth is neither
question nor answer.
 
 
Do you get what we're all missing?
We could be questioning and listening.
Giving credence to each other's dreams
 
 
Adapt Persist Question


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promote questioning in all the public places.
 
*
 
long walks that suddenly awaken questioning:
"Where am I going?
Who is this "me"
that has a destiny
or merely flits along prevailing wind?"
 
 *
 
 
 
 
 
if we articulate the important questions,
take them in as guides,
converse with them as colleagues,
play with them as children,
look through them as windows on our future world,
what joy!
 *
 
 
Send a question to the universe
in due time the reply appears
kinda like scrying
 
 *
 
Within the sacred crystal
of the moment
question and answer merge,
synthesize eternity.
 
 *
 
Questions can be so comforting.
Anything can be supposed as
simple what ifs.
It is only an idle question,
not threatening nor
demanding.
 
 *
 
question everything
accept or reject with clear awareness
and flexibility
 
 *
 
the dangerous questions
are constantly being asked by real life circumstances.
We who hear do feel compulsion to answer disturbingly.
 
 *
 
 
I think the real question is, why
do so many people hate their lives
so much that they prefer to live in dreams
of ultimate destruction?
 
*
 
we must question our metaphors,
our underlying principles,
our shared or unshared perceptions,
in ever more precise attempts
to cover the distance.
But who has the time for that?
 
 *
 
I see your reflection.
The answer decodes the question
a higher order includes us all
 *
 
The question: Do we wish to learn where we each
find context, or prefer to live within what we
assume?
 
 *
 
a world of inconsistencies to ponder
questioning is the key
 
 *
 
We are called to ask ourselves
what it is that we truly value—
what will matter in the end
when we question the meaning of our lives?
 
 *
 
finding with them
questions, keys and doors;
realizing history is only destiny
when explorations cease;
invitations from space and time
come complete
with choices
 
 *
 
Caught in conundrum ‘tween twilight and dawn
Formerly someone, lost without form
Back to that question you asked being born
and the answer that started when?
 
 *
 
Travel broadens, expands the skein of us.
Doesn’t surely lead to trust nor lessen tension.
Still, to explore, add to what we all know,
the more we learn to question, to quest
instead of merely step by step progress.
 
 *
 
 
The big question?
How humans can learn to live
successfully together, doing
what needs doing in our own
best interests.
 
 *
 
we tend to move through the world
with blinders and coded boundaries,
not seeing what we see,
but what we have told ourselves
or been told so long
questioning is never sought
 
 *
 
 
We devised a game as drugless school chums,
dubbed “The Question Game”.
Each in turn would ask a question of a philosophical
nature – perhaps a question with which the questioner
had privately wrestled, or not.
Then we all played the question, speaking our random
associations or tangent questions or answers or
hypothetical tests or suggested scenarios
or whatever we fancied.
Once we had nothing urgently to say, the question
had been played, the next person got their turn
as questioner.
If any of the group did not get their turn they would be
the starters for our next session.
We came to know each other very well – how each thought
and expressed, and believed.
We each learned about ourselves – what questions
spoke to us, what they said.
And the wide expanse of answerings.
 
 *
 
Not to detract from dramatic renditions
of sober reflection – every exception
still begs the question we lack language
to ask.
We digress from distressful suggestibility
onto easier path. Does it matter?
To whom?
 
 *
 
Q & A
 ?
 ?
I need you, out there,
to ask delicious questions,
feed my liminal factory --
imaginal machinery set to
engineer exquisite ideas
in shrink-wrapped phrases.
Tell me your shame-held
secrets, fears that track you
in the night.
Let me meld them with
trenchant fairytales,
legends that recapitulate
on cable news, vibrant stylings
of the Blues,
surreal cartoons rendered by
Nietzschean travails.
Let me knead this recipe,
sprinkle with inchoate memories,
bake at near 99 degrees
until brilliant fragrance overtakes the air.
Now, open wide and taste
enchantment, as your questions
and my answers
meet, mingle, mutually complete.
 ?
 ?
 ?
Questionnaire
 
 
fill out your portrait in my gallery.
*
1. By what name do you call yourself?
*
2. What land/sea/sky scape captures and carries you?
*
3. What is your quest?
*
4. What color do you see when you think "color"?
*
5. What do you consider a landmark instant in history – its myth and your opinion?
*
6. What book/song/film most haunts you?
*
7. If you were totally cut off from all humanity, with whom would you want
your one telepathic link?
*
8. If you discovered a new celestial object, what would you name it?
*
9. Who remains your favorite childhood heroic character?
*
10. How do you get your news?
*
11. With what non-human animal do you most identify?
*
12. In the chilly hours and minutes of uncertainty, what image most easily
calms you?
*
13. What face do you put on to face your fears?
 
 *
 
Is there an answer? (or nest of answers)
What is the question?
What is our quest,
if we allow ourselves that story?
 
 *
 
questions for our billions' dreams
?
 ?
Is it a blankness,
a lack, an inability?
How do functioning people
not feel the pain, the shame,
the horror at insanity that engulfs,
destroys hope for noble stories,
soul destiny, journey of humanity?
How do we so self-injure, inure to
stench of rotting murder?
If some one, sage or fool, could explain,
had that overview, that knowledge, how
could such abhorrent consciousness
respond? Where is the confessional, the
congregation of outpouring faith,
caring community, self-help group,
spirit cell to tell our sorrow, our
abreactive truths, release inheld
suffering,
escape delusive silence,
find each other to unite
as common strength, open a conduit
to create a kind and vital people
within to honorably live?
 ?
 ?
 ?
 
 
How rise beyond mistakes, examine, question
beliefs, accept, trust
eternally a now
not sanctioned by our faith?
 
 *
 
If I could devise, discover
words and gestures, embodied
answers to join us all
in happy equilibrium,
I would gladly reach out
so far my arms might break.
I would fly above the fray,
call cleverly to
mesmerize, dismantle stagnant walls
that crassly hold nirvana at bay.
Would you dare to question fate,
exercise escape?
 
 *
 
It's not as if I have the answers.
What I have are open-ended questions
into which theories and possibilities
can be dropped.
 
 *
 
Intuition insists
the answers exist.
It is the questions that await asking.
 
 *
 
What it is to be human.
In search of the answer
questions met on the trail.
 
*
 
Questions. Questing makes us wise. Resist
hypnotized consent: “Yes, oh great glowering
crowd, yes, Sir Mighty Educator. Your words
stink with deceit under sweet perfumes, narcotics
draining of ability to decline.”
 ?
Beat down, swallowed in
sweat, too hot for questions
to make sense.
 ?
 ?
 ?
a world of inconsistencies to ponder
questioning is the key
 
 *
 
It’s that question we need to explore,
experiments that intrigue us,
that essential project calling for our attentive exercise,
work to improve our lives that feels real,
that gives us shining dreams, appreciation
for who we can be
 
 
*
 
 
Adapt Persist Question
 
 *
 
When in doubt, ask questions --
why assume
intuition will come through?
Peace offers a great deal more of benefit than fighting
when in doubt, ask questions
 
 *
 
What everybody knows
is often just what most of us
are too lazy or uncaring to question
 
 *
 
 
Trial by Wonder
 ?
 ?
And the young monk
on the hillside thrice gave
weight to his staff against
greenhold ground found this day
along his sacred quest.
In answer, the land opened,
revealed a winding descending stairway.
The monk feeling bidden, ventured down.
Below, he became aware he had entered
cavernous chamber lit by broad torches.
An array of ancient armament displayed
upon a large wooden table, its edges
intricately carved.
Exquisite poignant music, angelic pure
voices unsullied by words emerged from
vibrating air.
“Welcome, child. You are expected.
Nourishment will arrive soon.
Knowledge will take longer.
Think on your questions.”
An old wrinkled presence, kind without sign
of emotion, spoke and settled into
luxurious green tapestry now clearly carpeting
the room.
The monk had embarked on his journey without
expectations.
That was one of the rules.
He eagerly followed each of seeming reasonless
instructions, on and on.
Now he had reached a place of contemplation,
a different kind of challenge.
He considered his questions in short mental movies.
Brought to him food exactly suited to invigorate,
water like clarity washing through him.
His mind paints the walls, animate characters flicker
in shadows. These converse with the monk, and each
other. Merry questions cavort as shapes, colors,
directions. When the monk awakes, he is walking
a familiar trail. The teller of his tale has decreed
it leads to a sacred hillside.
He hums to his steps, rehearsing his questions.
Their answers reside in his trusty backpack.
He has collected and carried these shiny pebbles
with intention to fabricate a magnificent rock collage
when the appropriate backdrop appears.
How lucky to be a monk in a time of such
abundance.
 
 *
 
Do you get what we're all missing?
We could be questioning and listening.
Giving credence to each other's dreams

?

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Re: questioning


promote questioning in all the public places.

*

long walks that suddenly awaken questioning:
"Where am I going?
Who is this "me"
that has a destiny
or merely flits along prevailing wind?"

*

articulate the important questions,
take them in as guides,
converse with them as colleagues,
play with them as children,
look through them as windows on our future world


*


Send a question to the universe
in due time the reply appears
kinda like scrying

*

Within the sacred crystal
of the moment
question and answer merge,
synthesize eternity.

*

Questions can be so comforting.
Anything can be supposed as
simple what ifs.
It is only an idle question,
not threatening nor
demanding.

*

question everything
accept or reject with clear awareness
and flexibility

*

the dangerous questions
are constantly being asked by real life circumstances.
We who hear feel compulsion to answer disturbingly.

*


I think the real question is, why
do so many people hate their lives
so much that they prefer to live in dreams
of ultimate destruction?

*

we must question our metaphors,
our underlying principles,
our shared or unshared perceptions,
in ever more precise attempts
to cover the distance.
But who has the time for that?

*

I see your reflection.
The answer decodes the question
a higher order includes us all


*

The question: Do we wish to learn where we each
find context, or prefer to live within what we
assume?

*

We are called to ask ourselves
what it is that we truly value—
what will matter in the end
when we question the meaning of our lives?

*

Caught in conundrum ‘tween twilight and dawn
Formerly someone, lost without form
Back to that question you asked being born
and the answer that started when?

*

The big question?
How humans can learn to live
successfully together, doing
what needs doing in our own
best interests.

*

we tend to move through the world
with blinders and coded boundaries,
not seeing what we see,
but what we have told ourselves
or been told so long
questioning is never sought

?
?
   ?
We devised a game as drugless school chums,
dubbed “The Question Game”.
Each in turn would ask a question of a philosophical
nature – perhaps a question with which the questioner
had privately wrestled, or not.
Then we all played the question, speaking our random
associations or tangent questions or answers or
hypothetical tests or suggested scenarios
or whatever we fancied.
Once we had nothing urgently to say, the question
had been played, the next person got their turn
as questioner.
If any of the group did not get their turn they would be
the starters for our next session.
We came to know each other very well – how each thought
and expressed, and believed.
We each learned about ourselves – what questions
spoke to us, what they said.
And the wide expanse of answerings.
?
?
   ?
Not to detract from dramatic renditions
of sober reflection – every exception
still begs the question we lack language
to ask.
We digress from distressful suggestibility
onto easier path. Does it matter?
To whom?

*

Q & A
?
?
I need you, out there,
to ask delicious questions,
feed my liminal factory --
imaginal machinery set to
engineer exquisite ideas
in shrink-wrapped phrases.
Tell me your shame-held
secrets, fears that track you
in the night.
Let me meld them with
trenchant fairytales,
legends that recapitulate
on cable news, vibrant stylings
of the Blues,
surreal cartoons rendered by
Nietzschean travails.
Let me knead this recipe,
sprinkle with inchoate memories,
bake at near 99 degrees
until brilliant fragrance overtakes the air.
Now, open wide and taste
enchantment, as your questions
and my answers
meet, mingle, mutually complete.
?
?
?
Questionnaire
?
?
fill out your portrait in my gallery.
*
1. By what name do you call yourself?
*
2. What land/sea/sky scape captures and carries you?
*
3. What is your quest?
*
4. What color do you see when you think "color"?
*
5. What do you consider a landmark instant in history – its myth and your opinion?
*
6. What book/song/film most haunts you?
*
7. If you were totally cut off from all humanity, with whom would you want
your one telepathic link?
*
8. If you discovered a new celestial object, what would you name it?
*
9. Who remains your favorite childhood heroic character?
*
10. How do you get your news?
*
11. With what non-human animal do you most identify?
*
12. In the chilly hours and minutes of uncertainty, what image most easily
calms you?
*
13. What face do you put on to face your fears?

?
  ?
   ?
Is there an answer? (or nest of answers)
What is the question?
What is our quest,
if we allow ourselves that story?

*

questions for our billions' dreams
?
?
Is it a blankness,
a lack, an inability?
How do functioning people
not feel the pain, the shame,
the horror at insanity that engulfs,
destroys hope for noble stories,
soul destiny, journey of humanity?
How do we so self-injure, inure to
stench of rotting murder?
If some one, sage or fool, could explain,
had that overview, that knowledge, how
could such abhorrent consciousness
respond? Where is the confessional, the
congregation of outpouring faith,
caring community, self-help group,
spirit cell to tell our sorrow, our
abreactive truths, release inheld
suffering,
escape delusive silence,
find each other to unite
as common strength, open a conduit
to create a kind and vital people
within to honorably live?
?
?
  ?


*

If I could devise, discover
words and gestures, embodied
answers to join us all
in happy equilibrium,
I would gladly reach out
so far my arms might break.
I would fly above the fray,
call cleverly to
mesmerize, dismantle stagnant walls
that crassly hold nirvana at bay.
Would you dare to question fate,
exercise escape?

*

It's not as if I have the answers.
What I have are open-ended questions
into which theories and possibilities
can be dropped.

*

Intuition insists
the answers exist.
It is the questions that await asking.

*

What it is to be human.
In search of the answer
questions met on the trail.

*

Questions. Questing makes us wise. Resist
hypnotized consent: “Yes, oh great glowering
crowd, yes, Sir Mighty Educator. Your words
stink with deceit under sweet perfumes, narcotics
draining of ability to decline.”
?
Beat down, swallowed in
sweat, too hot for questions
to make sense.
?
?
  ?
a world of inconsistencies to ponder
questioning is the key

*

It’s that question we need to explore,
experiments that intrigue us,
that essential project calling for our attentive exercise,
work to improve our lives that feels real,
that gives us shining dreams, appreciation
for who we can be


*


Adapt Persist Question

*

When in doubt, ask questions --
why assume
intuition will come through?
Peace offers a great deal more of benefit than
ignorance
when in doubt, ask questions

*

What everybody knows
is often just what most of us
are too lazy or uncaring to question

*


Trial by Wonder
?
?
And the young monk
on the hillside thrice gave
weight to his staff against
greenhold ground found this day
along his sacred quest.
In answer, the land opened,
revealed a winding descending stairway.
The monk feeling bidden, ventured down.
Below, he became aware he had entered
cavernous chamber lit by broad torches.
An array of ancient armament displayed
upon a large wooden table, its edges
intricately carved.
Exquisite poignant music, angelic pure
voices unsullied by words emerged from
vibrating air.
“Welcome, child. You are expected.
Nourishment will arrive soon.
Knowledge will take longer.
Think on your questions.”
An old wrinkled presence, kind without sign
of emotion, spoke and settled into
luxurious green tapestry now clearly carpeting
the room.
The monk had embarked on his journey without
expectations.
That was one of the rules.
He eagerly followed each of seeming reasonless
instructions, on and on.
Now he had reached a place of contemplation,
a different kind of challenge.
He considered his questions in short mental movies.
Brought to him food exactly suited to invigorate,
water like clarity washing through him.
His mind paints the walls, animate characters flicker
in shadows. These converse with the monk, and each
other. Merry questions cavort as shapes, colors,
directions. When the monk awakes, he is walking
a familiar trail. The teller of his tale has decreed
it leads to a sacred hillside.
He hums to his steps, rehearsing his questions.
Their answers reside in his trusty backpack.
He has collected and carried these shiny pebbles
with intention to fabricate a magnificent rock collage
when the appropriate backdrop appears.
How lucky to be a monk in a time of such
abundance.

*

Do you get what we're all missing?
We could be questioning and listening.
Giving credence to each other's dreams

?
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