What’s the Point?

We ask
When all seems futile
A wasteland of emptied prospect
Where the only gain is pain
.
That’s the point
Where our minds need to turn
To the point that dwells within
The heart and soul of every body
The innermost receptivity
That calls out into life:
.
The point is simply this:
To live, love and be loved
As well as possible
Given our circumstance
In receptive and responsive relationship
With all about us
.
To be better or worse
Richer or poorer
Sick or healthy
Famous or unknown
Lucky or unlucky
Able or unable
.
Is not the point
Those hopes and fears
Drive us to distraction
Bringing conflict
Bringing grief
Making mischief
.
Life is not a competition to succeed
Life is a gift to be cared for
Nothing more
Nothing less
.

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