Questions?
We are lost in that jungle
Questions reveal our hand
Of logic, what can it understand?
The mind seeks many answers
Adding to its display of powers
There is a part of us quietly laughing
At our questions, when depth’s lacking
As we dig within, queries disappear
Going further, it becomes clear
Language is the mind’s property
Through it, we restrict our liberty
We carry a wide open inner land
Where it is so easy to understand
Provided we know the silence
Which is the bedrock of our presence
The heart is where we enter
It has many doors to our center
It may be easy to find
If there is someone to remind
Every moment that’s wasted
We continue to be tested
None can restrict entry to our home
Just as we are free to roam
In the mind’s world of objects
Astutely seeking other’s defects
Those ready for a hard taskmaster
Without the clothing of character
Bare naked, eyes will slowly open
At any moment, it can happen
A blast of happiness so strong
We no longer judge right or wrong
Those are toys that the mind uses
To add flavor to the bland senses
The child within no longer needs
The mind, there are other means
Done with questions and answers
Silence sets the new standards
Life passes without this discovery
In search of one full of luxury
We irredeemably lose the plot
The rare opportunity is shot
It’s not too late to refresh
As there is warmth in the flesh
It is the foundation we need
Honoring the basics adds speed
Leaving all questions behind
Ending the endless grind
The quiet part of us emerges
Slowly, everything merges
In the face of logic’s copious flow
We continue to thrive and grow
Towards the center of our being
This isn’t withdrawing and fleeing
Moving towards a universal ideal
The mind can no longer conceal
Behind answers to questions
The reality underlying all dimensions
