The right questions

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!