Why?

…. I'm having a sense that the question is more sacred than any answer
simply by what is being experienced
- that its the movement which takes place in the mind

an 'answer' placates movement/creativity
leads to something stagnant -
in a sense is the death of some journey (the question)

seems it's the 'I' (ego) who wants and creates answers
while being is the movement
which gives rise to these eternal questions

- or looking at it another way
a question can be seen as
a birth process suspended in time
- the unfolding creative process

and the answer is that final full stop
- the end of the telling of a tale
or dab of the brush when the painting's all done



mmm meandering, spinning a thoughtful thread…