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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
