It's a question I wonder. It's a question I wonder when I look in the mirror. It's a question I wonder when I wake up in the morning. It's a question I wonder when I'm drifting off to sleep at night. It's a question I wonder when I'm faced with a hard choice. It's a question I wonder when I am given a delightful surprise. It's not the only thing I'm wondering, at those times ... but it's there in the background of my mind, churning in a space where words evaporate into feelings, where words dissolve into hopes, fears, and memories.
When the mind thinks it knows an answer, I wonder why? Is this a real answer, or is this an excuse for giving up, giving in, giving out? I pause, exhausted and empty handed. And when I think of it this way, I know that the question, the most important question, has an answer, a specific answer, a unique answer ... but it is not a word. The answer is never a word. It is my true self. Not the word which I can say, but only the being that I can live, and indeed can only live now.