I asked the sun if it was enlightened,
its fire calling out the answer.
I asked myself if I was enlightened
and the silence told me who I was.
If the bird in the nest knows it is
enlightened, it is too busy to reply.
I asked my sofa it it was enlightened
but then I realized it didn’t speak at all.
Soon I asked my cup of tea and
relished each sip slipping down my throat.
I asked God about what enlightenment
really was and He was far too shy to
reply in human conversation.
I feel He knows but does not want to
burden us with such questions and quests.
He knows best.
Author, Bigger Than The Sky