Same Questions
Same Questions
...too few answers.
Long poems are a luxury
for these mid-life mornings
where amidst the harried frenzy
my questioning child returns.
Why is today Monday?
Do I have to go to school?
Where is the ocean from here?
What happened to grandpa?
Will I see him again?
How come the sky is blue?
Why can't I decide?
Will I grow old and die?
The same simple questions
are returning as mysteriously
as that forgotten day they left,
and yet the answers I once accepted
no longer satisfy my weary soul.
The voice which woke me today
urged me to keep asking
all of the questions I have,
even if there will never be
a satisfying answer.
The question of whether or not there is a God or truth or reality or whatever you like to call it, can never be answered by books, by priests, philosopher's or saviors. Nobody and nothing can answer the question but you yourself, and that is why you must know yourself - Immaturity lies only in total ignorance of self.
~ Jiddu Krishnamurti
Solutions are not the answer.
~ Richard M. Nixon
