Is it true, we can only love so much
That love is not a calling, but our prison
Is it fair, we face the weather in submission
That trees and rabbits can be an awakening to your vision
Is it a wonder, we are wanton in life
That deathbed is our place of strife
Is it right, we do not have to despair
That talking to rivers brings us home to care
Is it tiring, we wish for yet exhaust of travel
That moving is only stillness unraveled
Is it kindness, we bring to ourselves with age
That years just collect prayers for our own sage
Is it faith, we use to stoke a thousand fires
That moments of questioning, enable our deepest desires
Is it universal, we make an urge towards the dark
That realization about our inner flow is not just for the lark
Is it magic, we allow our brains what we want it to be
That wrestling with ourselves, allows roles to change
Is it curious, we let scripts define where we go
That writing a different story can help new perspectives
Is it perception, we become the mirror image
That fake is just a secret dwelling for pain
Is it poetic, we preserve elders in rejection
That ignoring those we should honor is our tragedy
Is it funny, we live in an elegant arrangement of life
That humor is just a generous way of self forgiveness
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Kashiana 
Questions and some replies by the poet like moving is only stillness unravelled,and is it poetic that we preserve elders in rejection are some profound thoughts which we do not reflect in the humdrum of daily life.
The sensitive mind of the poet has poignantly projected these questions . Brilliant and beautiful .
Papa
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