Answer births question,
As water births thirst.
Had the cosmos lacked water,
It would lack thirst too.
So the presence of questions,
Is evidence of answers.
As soul is to body,
So is answer to question.
The birth of body,
Is in separation from soul.
The birth of question,
Is in separation from answer.
Why’s birth in separation,
Just to reunite what was?
What’s gained by ripping,
Only to repaste what was?
Along the seams of torn,
Buds a new relationship.
It’s for this preciousness,
That all seams are born.
In struggling with question,
The answer comes so alive;
Not as passive information,
But as fresh vivid awareness,
That tingles the spine,
Rouses celebration in heart,
With flute, guitar n’ drums,
As the singer does her part.
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