A Poem on Beautiful Questions

Beautiful questions are the questions that are beautiful.

Throughout history, any contribution to society was only possible by asking beautiful questions. 

They create an attraction
that is sometimes unreasonable.
And . . . what makes them attractive to humans can vary.

Like flowers,
they depend on their beauties for survival.

They are unique travelers
free of the idea of linear time
always on the move,
patiently finding their subjects
throughout continents, planets
without in need of an answer.

It is essential for their survival
that they remain as questions.

They are questions to be asked;
not to be answered.

That is how they remain in movement and flux,
in sync with their nature.

When questions
find their subjects,
they impregnate them.

Due to their always-moving and impregnating nature,
they encounter so many of us, so many times
triggering different levels of thinking, at different times

After each encounter,
a new something emerges
that was not seen . . . or heard . . . before

Each encounter is reciprocal:
they receive as they give
they are touched as they touch.

After each encounter,
these questions become more complex
as each time they inherit
the treasure of unthought knowns.

Even when these unthought-ofs become comprehensible,
they still remain complex.
Thusly, the meaning created remains complex.

Beautiful questions
guide us towards a mode of effective thinking,
where we swim in the pool of awareness,
conscious thoughts, memories,
unconscious inputs,
reflexes, and hunches

The creative pool . . . of mind
embedded with intuitive feelings
that is not always easy to grasp


unusual thoughts arise,
neither from a linear; nor cognitive
rather a feeling-sensing thinking,
and embodiment.

The creative pool . . . of mind
the vast emptiness
questions lingering


so vibrant and alive
inclusive of all possibilities
refusing to be answered
refusing to be jumped in
rather inviting us to a sensual dance

The creative pool . . . of mind
takes place

It is a smooth space
thoughts and feelings can freely move
weaving new ideas,
forming new condensations,
embodying new joinings,


generating new dialogues.

The creative pool . . . of mind
language can only reach out its toes
to drop a few words
and then leave.

while we remain
~ sensing the edges,
begins the movement of
affect and thought

We are left in a smooth space
yielding slow-motion language
with all kinds of communication
. . . in and out . . .
through the unanswerable questions
co-thinking, reaching, sense-making.