True questions touch the heart of benevolence

Not the swapping of our time with repentance

For it takes us back into the forest

Where awareness has disappeared to rest

The sword of questions cuts the ego

Which we can swallow as a harmless placebo

When it becomes the dot in a question mark

The mind will no more bark

Life’s big secret is sticking with one question

Making it the most precious possession

When the temptation becomes irresistible

The questioner becomes known and vincible

Questions that work are worth leaving behind

As long as any reward is declined

The answer will make an appearance

As the questioner who is always in existence