Questions form the Quest

When we ask. 
If there is a plan for us.
If we are being guided.
Or if the all of All supports us. 
Wants something for us. 
Will make it all work out in our favor.
I think we are asking the wrong questions. 

I think.
That perhaps we should be asking.

How can I give myself over to something I can only feel in glimmers and fragments, yet feel pulled to like fire?

How can I step into the fullness of my being in a way that dissolves the bindings that have rooted me to rules and ways that say that I must follow paths of others making in order to prove that I am deserving of what lies below?

How can I live in this world where there is such pain and yearning and love and grief and shame and magic and gnashing teeth and wild hunger and everything, everything, everything while also being of service to the community woven through and around me?

Or maybe. 

Simply.

How can I be more of what I love every day?

Questions form the quest.
Ask the ones that are true.