.
I have learned
So very much,
That all my
Knowledge
And experience
Has become
Unanswered
Questions.
All conclusions,
I remember,
Are questions.
Each question
Changing the last,
And generating
The next.
Each journey
Is a quest,
Searching for
Better questions.
All the wisdom
That I have gained
Is acceptance
Of more questions…
.
Bear … 05.12.2015
ⓒBearspawprint2015
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Peregrinatio — Irfan
Astranarsk
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Right on Bear. 🙂
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Hey there, Nomzi 😉
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Hello there dear Bear, it is always heartwarming to hear from you. Are you well? 🙂
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I just finished two slices of carrot/spice cake with raisins and walnuts and brown (cane) sugar. So good. … and now I feel much better than two hours ago. Thank you for asking. And you? Are you well?
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Ooh yummy. I wish.
I am well Bear. Oh the glory of the sun. 🙂
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😀
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If the mind has silenced, will there be any need for endless questions?
Perhaps our quest is neverending, because life is.
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Perhaps questions, being answers to themselves, will always exist, whether mind is silent or no?
Quest neverending … mebbiso, Magical Maddie 🙂 ❤
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Interesting art and words! Thanks from one old women to another!
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The art on this particular post is the cover of the album by Irfan. I find it interesting, also 😀 and the song apro-pro.
Another Old Woman? “Segmation” seems to be a business. Good idea for software, BTW.
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being at home in unanswered question’s, ah bliss
music is beautiful
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⭐ 😀 ⭐
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Knowledge in some ways may be a parody, a game trickster plays,
as the more we acquire the more questions arise and we are confronted
by how little we actually do know.
An example would be my lack of understanding whether Quest is prose or
poetry – whichever it may be it resonates.
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I’ve decided not to bother with the formal descriptive definitions of form, myself. If I happen, occasionally, to conform to form, that is fine, otherwise, I am singing, or chanting, as I write. Sometimes it is more like a dance … Fairly often it is just a muddle 🙂
It is not ignorance that can’t say what it is I write. I, myself, call some of it poetry, because poetry, in whatever form, I consider to be a short cut to the essence. The essence cannot be said exactly or viewed directly, one must dance around the edge and indicate where the heart might be, if. If the reader, viewer, listener can perceive it 😉 Other wise, nothing lost.
I like that word “resonates” ⭐
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