questions

Somewhere within
space and time
we travel,
moment by
precious moment,
striving to express,
to experience,
to become
some idea
of who
we think
we're supposed
to be...

And I can't help
but wonder...

Is this how
it's supposed
to be?

Are we?

Are you?

Am I?

Even close
to our idea
of what we're
supposed to be?

Gotta say,
it sure doesn't
feel like
we've yet
arrived.

Wherever it is
we're supposed
to be going.

There lie
a few questions,
unanswered.

Questions,
if but asked,
could change
everything.

Yes,
everything.

Everything
we think.

Everything
we think
we understand.

Everything
we think
we know
could crumble
or shatter
or explode
into another
hundred million
questions.

Questions,
each one
of which
could implode
the illusion
of our remaining
beliefs
into as many pieces
as our faith
in the unbelievable
must become
before landing
home
to start
again,
to form yet
another
question.

Because in each
of these questions
lives the power
of transformation,
transfiguration,
evolutionary
becoming.

And I,
for one,
am much
more interested
in the questions
than the answers
we falsely hold
to be true.

After all,
I have lived a life
with the wisdom
that the journey
and all of its
endeavors
made me more,
made me much more...

Made me enough
to be asking
questions,
rather than accepting
false answers
as anything
other than
myths,
shared and
propagated
as answers
to be believed
as absolute truth.

And I have yet
to reach my destination,
become who
I've arrived
to become.

So I keep
asking the very
questions
which help me become
the one
who someday,
this moment
in space~time,
will become
the answer
to at least
the question
my life, lived,
is here
to answer.

Àṣẹ.

sk

~ PoetSK™