it all boils down to
what happens in that moment in time
in that split second

in that atomic participle
I offer you my surds of wisdom,
Don’t delay… you don’t want to be
A moment too soon or too late.
We must listen to our hearts
To find out our gut feelings,
Trust your instincts
And remember,it’s never too early or late,
Or exactly the right moment,
To start saving for a pension.
At the end of the day,
I hope you made your bed
The way you want to lie in it..
Though usually,love needs truth
And lying is an art
unlike survival and love;
Though love is not all you need
but love helps us roll along
gathering a little moss.
Ask not for whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee,
and me too.
But when we sum it all up
We can say,with hand on heart..
we were just following orders
Then the grieving will start.
And if we can’t grieve we won’t be comforted.
That is in the Sermon on the Mound or the  ground of being.

It’s very freeing.And so pray for all of us.

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