It is not always a question of the Emperor having no clothes
on. Sometimes it is, 'Is that an Emperor at all?
Idries Shah, Reflections
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sometimes we ask the wrong questions
at least I do
I ask questions purportedly to help discover what is real
but I have already made up my mind
I am creating my own precious reality
and my question may not bring me close to the truth
but further from it
designed to support my preconceived notions.
Sometimes I ask questions to manipulate
At other times to confuse
At other times, to hurt!
“But all I did was ask a question!”
I whine
but deep inside I know the truth
my searching is only a game I play
whether my questions are about the Sacred One
or politician
or even a friend
there is at times
a fundamental dishonesty to my questions
that in the end
leaves me ashamed, embarrassed
an nowhere closer to the truth
“Why is Trump orange?”
“Why are Muslims hateful”
“Why do right wing Christians exclude?”
the wrong questions
Perhaps the better question are
“why do I judge?”
“How can I help build a bridge of love between diverse,
polarized people?”
“How can I build a bigger table?”
Oh Beloved One
Give me the right questions!
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