Questions, there are so many

For the mind, asking is trendy

It gains in importance

As a useful informant

To live, the question doesn’t arise

Not seeking answers, there’s a surprise

Spontaneity is not a query

It brings real joy, not a theory

Through habits, the mind survives

Throwing up questions from its archives

There aren’t enough answers

Yet the mind continually hammers

When there are no questions

The mind’s being freed of impressions

Living isn’t questioning and learning

It’s is enjoying minus yearning