Asking, by Jacinto Luntian

I asked a mother at a funeral about death,

and she answered:

“There’s nothing worse in the world.”

I asked a grandfather alone on his porch about death,

and he answered:

“It’s as natural as life, and comes for us all.”

I asked a groom at his wedding about love,

and he answered:

“It makes everything worth it.”

I asked a drunk at a bar about love,

and she answered:

“Kid, you don’t even know the pain. ‘Nother beer?”

I asked a man of learning, in a laboratory, about knowledge,

and he answered:

“The world is vast and complex and so beautiful!

We do our best to understand it.”

I asked a bhikkuni, a nun, in a monastery, about knowledge,

and she answered:

“Simplicity in life and disattachment from the world,

are the truest knowledge there is.”

I asked a friend about friendship,

and they answered:

“It means I’ll always stick by you, I guess.”

I asked an enemy about enmity,

and she answered:

“It means I’m probably going to be stuck dealing with your stupid ass

for the rest of my hopefully short life.”

The other day, someone asked me about life,

About death, about love, about knowledge,

They asked me about doubts,

They asked me about truth,

So I laughed!

And then I asked them about their point of view.

-Jacinto Luntian

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