there is a way to life.
moving on and on without us
while we do our living
and when we do our dying.
it can move inside us
if we allow the way of life.
if i stop caring,
will i stop living-
or will i just begin?
if i stop interfering
will the way carry me?
the way of give and take
moves along inside us.
while we are beginning
and then while we are dying-
will it carry us?
i just want to be safe.
the way i know is tireless.
until i understand,
i will stop searching.
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