A Persistent Question

Breathing a sigh of relief, I settle into the easy chair that has held me so many times in its arms.

Within seconds, it shows up… again. This constant, haunting question that began as a fleeting whisper so long ago.

Not so now. A ferocious discussion is transpiring. I would rather ignore the discourse altogether. However, it has come to the point where that is simply impossible.

Like sand in an oyster shell, this persistent question is changing me. I’m not sure who I am becoming. However, I am certain it is opening me to another way of being, if I can only stay with this irritable, extraordinary inquiry long enough for it to create its own pearl of wisdom.