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To balance on a bike

you've gotta keep moving

but

 

since we can't

always move

 

our lives will improve

if we learn just when

it's time time time

to put a foot down

 

to keep

from falling

and breakin

our crown

 

wise is the way to flow

and forward

is the way

to go

in

this place

called the space 

the world we

live and

move through

 

one constant is change

and though that remains unchanged

when often rearranging our brains

we come out the other side of the

hand carved perception door

quintessentially

the same

 

Divinely orchestrated events

will try us

test us

and we must

not let

the tough ones best us

lest we stall

fall

into the dark goo

of

self made despair

sucking

for precious air

with our hurting hearts

in

our throats

sad souls

greying

like ghosts

 

So,

before sanity is gone

with the implosion of brain

the moment we feel

that strange

and

familiar sense

of impending change

 

we MUST

 

with Shakespearean

introspective

circumspection 

point our hearts,

our goals,

and our

actions

toward Heaven

 

Listen to the ways

in

which

The Creator speaks to you

some of these might be unfamiliar

or ancient

timeless

or new

"Yea'" timing

is everything

when it's your turn

to speak

to act

to

choose

 

turn your

key

take a swing

get on your

knees

or if it's just one

first buy a ring

 

or if it's you

saying, "Yes",

"No", or

"Maybe"

with one of three

choices

to choose

maybe pray

now

Before

your

sleek soul

annointed

arrives at that

pointed

life changing

 

moment

 

pray the Lord bless you

with

wisdom

discernment

and grace

 

so when you find

your beautiful

self

in a new place

you will

remember:

 

Life is for living, and

giving

it's not some kind

of race.

 

So welcome to

the world!

Of free reason pandered

will.

Before you go, I must say

still,

If I've learned anything from

Shakespeare,

from Hamlet,

from God, through

Bill,

it's that your

will:

is your own.

 

And if you will

in the end

white light

rather than fiery

stone;

keep your balance

on your bike.

and keep on your journey

home.

 

~Luke~
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