What Do I Know - Poem by AHO Speaks
To say some-one told me so
Then what is it I really do know?
Not to use your mind is an individual refusal to grow.
How many days go by and I ask my mind to explain
The human mind does not care if you ask and ask; again and again
One learns by asking questions for listening is the academic game.
The human mind is a gift for humanity to use and understand
To ask and ask is a trait given to only the human
Ist's, ism's and ologies are used primarily by the masculine man.
The mind must be excercised in the same way as a child learns to walk
Just as it gathers inside all the knowledge it needs in order to first talk
Image a babies mind knows discovery by imitation; in order to unlock.
It is true the mind is like a sponge that never gets its fill
But it is by questions asked; persistence and choice to provide the will
A dry sponge eventually becomes dormant and useless; its energy is still.
Why do we find it easier to be silent, accept or just go along
Confront conflict and ask questions and allow it to belong
There is a reason and purpose for everything; not just right and wrong,
For many years the human heart has replaced the mind which is a lie
Religions should have known better but they refused to deny
How many other words exist only because no one asked why?
We fill our minds with the thoughts of the past
Life is now and today and even then it goes too fast
When your mind answers a question it will last and last.
History belongs to those who lived it, made it or those who could write
Thoughts, words and actions of those who were trying o get it right
We each make our own history using the time given for life.
Discovery is almost the same as change
One comes from enlightenment but they both come from the brain
The intellect of man becomes confused believing they are both the same.
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