The point is there is no point…

Do I live to die or die to live?
Is there a path I follow,
or a path that follows me?
Am I parenting my children,
or learning to be a parent?
Is there a point I begin with,
or a point that I need to reach?

Then it begins to dawn from somewhere far away,
Yet so near,
that I do not live nor die – I exist,
that I do not follow nor be followed – I be,
that I am not parenting nor learning to be a parent – I am,
that the point is there is no point – It is.

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