Full of questions.

Do they deserve answers?

Who is the judge of these matters?

Who holds the wisdom?

Who listens to the minds of millions?

Ever pining away hours with mysteries

Is it Him?

If it is Him

How does He choose

How does He designate the knowledge?

Perhaps behind every question is an answer…

One which speaks softly with the chatter of the mind

Perhaps the answers of the world are only mirages

For people seeking an unworthy truth…

If ever there be an unworthy answer

Perhaps they seek the clear path… already traveled…

Either place reached before… perhaps it is Him… before us… within us… waiting patiently for us to listen…

Perhaps it is Him… Perhaps I hear Him…

“Full of questions…

which do deserve answers…

I am the Judge of Inquiry…

I hold the wisdom…

it is here…

within my palm…

within a grain of sand…

is this your truth?”

Perhaps…