Ask No More — That’s Just It
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To own, to name, and to understand is human.
Yet, sometimes…
To possess it, you get possessed by it instead;
To label it, you misread it and mislead yourself;
To question it, you get no or only wrong answers.
Perfect or imperfect, just as it is,
No asking is necessary or wise.
Such as Nature, Life, Love…
After words, reason, and thinking have eluded me,
I fall back on the art of living by
Full attentive engagement in silent stillness.
When these words fail to catch your eyes or resonate in your ears,
but succeed in taking you to that invisible silence beyond words,
then and only then, is there poetry within the lines.
Musings from Metacardio Metamorphosis
2025