The Question of Destiny

The answer to the question is out of the question
Because it is out of the question the answer grows
So if by my saying this I make the suggestion
That I do not know it is because nobody knows

I am willing to admit the pieces do not fit
Or fit in some way other than the way they appear
But I have long since seen this and become used to it
And the jumble of it all is the place we call here

The question to the answer is the answer at last
And so on in a dialectic which never ends
Between the answer and the question present and past
And the tumble of it all is the time we call now

I would rather share questions than answers with my friends
Because none of us knows any answers anyway
Although not sure of anything we get by somehow
And the here and the now which we share we call today

I feel less confused here than I might some other place
Nobody here pretends to know anything at all
It is something like heaven (or whatever you call
It) here where the question meets the answer face-to-face

I do not know because nobody knows
And not knowing has never bothered me
But out of the question the answer grows
To answer the question of destiny

Through the flood and through the fire
Through the deluge and the flame
Drown the guilt and burn the blame
Leaving only pure desire

Source and sense and suffering
Ego mind libido name
Talent time and treasure bring
To the All in offering

I do not know
And neither do you
But neither need we go
In search of what is true

The question to the answer is the answer at last
And so on in a dialectic which never ends
Between the answer and the question present and past
And the tumble of it all is the time we call now

You are here with me
I am there with you
This I know is true
This is destiny

+Steven Curtis Lance



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