"For the other anime arise and have to
learn to play lovingly asked, which is exactly what we do not in general.
Knowing it is an attitude question inspired by love. He who is not willing
to listen, not really asking".
do we ask? The first answer that comes to me is to ask ... for an answer. And
highlights the "one", because often we are left with one answer and we believe
that the only answer is that this answer satisfies the question. So, we closed
the question and there is no more possible answers.
Why do we ask? We also asked for information, for example the question "What
time is it?", I am requesting information on the current time. And back to the
previous idea would not it be ridiculous to claim, for example, were always 11
in the morning, or for all the world were 11 in the morning? Let us wondering
Why do we ask? Often asked to confirm what "we know". In these cases, and
depending on our disposition, it is possible that if the answer does not match
our "prior knowledge", nor take into account, we reject it or ignore it.
Why do we ask? We ask, too, to listen ... or to listen. In the words of Rafael
Echeverria: "Through the investigation we spoke to listen." Do we continue to
ask some more?
Why do we ask? We can also ask to explore, to reflect, to deepen, to expand our
vision, to invent, to seek, to learn, to create new possibilities, to relate, to
meet, to communicate, to learn ... Each answer opens a different world of
Speaking of questions ... I was wondering how we hear these days when asked?
Many of us tend to listen to the questions like an accusation. When
ask something, repeat a habit acquired in childhood / adolescence, the
relationship with our teachers / professors: the questions meant that we were
being evaluated, and not have at hand a "right" answer meant a reproach, a bad
note and sometimes the ridicule of our peers. If we had the "right answer" were
accused of not having studied, of not knowing, and even to be stupid.
In other areas, such as family, because of some mischief or fight with our
brothers, cousins or friends often hear questions like: Who started it? O Who
was the one who did ...? The accusatory tone, in this case, it was clear, and
the challenge or punishment were not slow in coming.
Other times, when the "guilty" was already identified, the question could be
something like Why did you do that? Here, the "right answer" was to have a good
explanation to justify what happened.
These experiences are etched in our memory, our body, our emotions. It's not
just our children but also adults in our lives as we hear questions like what
happened to you late? Where do you come at this hour? Why the report is not
ready I asked yesterday? ...
If we hear the question as an accusation we lose the possibility of exploration
and reflection. And as is the listener who gives meaning to the question, it is
important to build relationships of respect and acceptance where we can ...
"It is important not to stop
"Asking questions is proof that you
DEPENDS ON HOW TO ASK
say that once in a monastery, a Dominican priest walked praying the rosary, when
he met a Jesuit who also prayed the rosary in her mouth but he held a solemn and
aromatic snuff. "Forgive me father," said the Dominican, "I love cigars but the
Holy Father forbade me to smoke while praying. How did you leave?". The Jesuit
breathed a gentle puff of smoke and responded with a question "A thousand
apologies father, but since you asked permission from the Holy Father?". "Well,"
replied the Dominican, "I wrote a letter confessing to the modest pleasure that
gives me an occasional puff and asked if he could pray while smoking. His
Holiness said that prayer I demand total concentration and should not distract
The Jesuit launched into the sky a ring of smoke that vanished in the air like a
promise and said, "Father, I wrote to Rome to explain that my devotion to prayer
was so continuous that mortified me any interruption, which moved me to beg to
allow me to continue to pray even while smoking. His Holiness told me praising
my spirituality and encouraging me to not ever stop praying, even when smoked.
"The Jesuit shook the ashes of snuff and added with a gentle smile, "Indeed,
father, as I think St. Thomas Aquinas said, it depends how you phrase the
The Book of Questions
Tell me, the rose is bare
or just have that dress?
Why hide the trees
the splendor of their roots?
Who hears the regrets
Is there anything sadder in the world
a stationary train in the rain?
Love, love this and that,
if they are not, did they go?
Yesterday, yesterday told my eyes
when shall we meet?
And when you move the landscape
are your hands or are your gloves?
When she sings blue water
what it smells like the sound of heaven?
Who I can ask
I came to do in this world?
Why do I move inadvertently
why I can not stand still?
Why go rolling without wheels,
flying without wings or feathers
and what I took to transmigrate
if my bones live in Chile?
The yellow of the woods
year is the same yesterday?
And it repeats the black flight
seabird, the tenacious?
And where space ends
is called death or infinite?
What weighs more in the waist,
pain or memories?
What else do you see?