It’s good to ask questions

It's good to ask questions


We reflect or think of something that’s here now or was;
We cannot conceive of something that’s nonexistent or is naught.

When we imagine we are flying, this gives us freedom in our mind,
But real flying means air diving without restrictions of any kind.

When we design things, we’re using constituents present or devised;
We cannot construct or build things with no components or no sites.

We are building but also killing the things around and in us,
And if they’re bad, we are glorying, but if they’re good, we feel deprived.

We can do things within limits and choice to do the right or wrong,
And this should make us ask questions of how this happened or came along.

How did such a complex being as me or you appear to be?
And what is it that makes seeds grow as men or women, dogs or trees?

What is right and is it only what I consider is the case
Or is it something that makes me guilty of not wanting to wash my face?

Why can’t we reverse the order of birth and death or down and up,
And will we profit if we do it or will we cause a blowup?

It’s good to ask questions and know the cause of things and what they do
For this will help us fix the problems or find a broader avenue.

Those who ask will get an answer and have knowledge as their friend.
Those who know all the answers will always miss its helping hand.


This entry was posted on 08/11/2018, in Artink.

Born to live

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Life is so beautiful: see the sea and sky!
We are born to live; no one is born to die.
There can be storms at times, gales and hail and ice,
But they all disappear when sun and winds arise.

Where is the end of space? What stops the growth of time?
Why is the day divided in two contrasting halves?
Why does the Earth look flat while up is a vertical line?
Why do some creatures crawl while others fly and shine?

Why is “born” and “die” a must and not a choice,
But in between we are free to use our own voice?
If we were born to die, why is there up and down?
Wouldn’t it be righter to live like worms in ground?

Yes, part of us will die and form an earthly crust
But will the other part be always rust and dust?
The body turns to dust, the undertaker knows,
But does the soul inside conclude its talent shows?

It’s never been a crust; a crust can have no feelings;
And it cannot conceive existing things or beings.
Nor can it choose to be as night or bright daylight
And blind a person’s sight or help him walk aright.

If we can freely choose to go up or down,
This maybe shows us the options for the soul?
Down means dig the earth and reach a fiery core
While up is fly the sky and never hit a shore.


This entry was posted on 29/08/2016, in Artink.

Blessed be the day

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Blessed, blessed, blessed, blessed is the day when God conceived the world and us to be and stay!
He made us all unique with hearts resembling His and faces sweet and beautiful reflecting heaven’s bliss.
He wanted to express His image at its best unlimited and endless as North and South, East and West.
His plan was exceptional and bound to succeed despite His enemy’s trial to direct us what to eat.
He knew that some would like it and fill with its delights but others would be hungry and crave His pure sight.
And both will be given to eat what they have loved, so let us all be thankful for God’s creative staff.


This entry was posted on 14/05/2016, in Artink.

Waiting for the fruits

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My soul is resting; there is no testing.
The world is bright; my heart is light.
I’ve done the job, be it perfect or not,
And I will wait for the fruits, having planted the roots.
They’ll be good, I believe, for the seeds are sweet;
I’ve fed them with tears, and have kept them from spears.
You will see them grow and will like the show.
They will give you delight and sweeten your sight.
I will eat them, too, and enjoy them all
For who labors in pain never labors in vain.


This entry was posted on 17/05/2015, in Artink.