Most people think, freedom is a road. I believe, true freedom is a path; that a heart needs to follow. We all have the freedom to act, but does your heart… know it has the power to choose? Right, wrong; one a path, the other a road… with so much hash marks. Lines, put there to remind you; change your position… as much as you want. #But There’s Still Lines, some not to be crossed. Why a heart can never truly be free, if the road is paved by another; but the path never their own. They say we all have the freedom to speak… our minds. But the moment you choose to say what’s on your heart, you’re once again reminded; “freedom is a nice word, but not always a choice… we get to make!” A word that means no hindrance, but still a word, that can forever restrain a heart. True freedom is not just about independence. Freedom is also about a true dependence, but Only when God is the source!
I’m not saying you have to believe me, just saying; you have the freedom… to choose. Freedom is not just seeking liberty, but being truly liberated; a release from what keeps the heart bound. We have freedom of expression, but it’s God’s love; that is the champion of true freedom. Freedom is when the heart is allowed breathing space, but the question is. What freedom does a heart choose, to be it’s every breath? A self-determination, but still with self removed from the evaluation. A soul not letting self, just be the determining factor. But also letting the heart, help determine the true destiny. Down a road, or on a path? True freedom, God’s love in control… of destination!
I hear voices, not just in my head; these voices are all up in my ear. Sometimes I try to ignore them, but there’s still this ringing… in my ear. Sometimes I hear music, a song playing in my head; but speaking to my heart. Every single heartbeat, a love song soothing my soul. I’m not going crazy, but sometimes I do wonder; am I the only one hearing this? Who could I ask; me, myself, I… would never ask such a question. I’m not just drumming, this all up… within my own imagination. I do move to the beat of my own drum, but it’s a higher power… that sets the tone. I tell you, there was a tug; a whisper within my soul. My heart could no longer ignore it, so I answered the call. Oh, Lord; You had my heart at hello… speak!
That’s just one of the voices, another voice and I… speak often. Sometimes we would even have some spirited discussions. The voice would certainly have a tone, but I always had a tenor… a deep baritone type of a voice. So therefore, I had to be very mindful.. to watch the verbiage. Trust me, I have sense; five to be exact. I have Sight, to know and see where the conversation might be heading. I know how to Hear, when my inner voice advises me; “don’t say a word, just listen!” I can Smell… trouble, why I never try to deliberately step in it. I can Taste, when it’s about to go sideways. So I just lick my lips, and bite my tongue. Yes, I know when not to Touch. If I know what’s good for me, some things I just don’t want to touch… with a ten foot pole. I can truly say it’s eerie, how the voice tends to win… most of the conversations. But it’s not strange, most of the things I hear… makes perfect sense; this voice knows my beating heart!
Perhaps, you think I’m just making this up… all in my head. Oh, I assure you; my heart is involved in all of this. Let me share with you an example, of what the voice once said; “honey, can you stop and get some milk?” You see, the voice even calls me honey. Talking about being personal, with such sweet words. But the funny thing is, I usually end up doing… exactly what the voice says. Well, I do love myself some sweet honey… talk. Plus, whenever the music starts to play; the lyrics are something I know. Let me give you an example, one time the voice in music asked; “Hello, is it me you’re looking for?” Trust me, I’m not a crazy person. Why look around, I knew it was only in my head. Sometimes, I just get tired of hearing the voices. So therefore, I’m left with no other choice. Just to stop from hearing voices, I have to take my Bluetooth earpiece; from… In My Ear!
There you go folks, another humorous expression… from the mind of WCR. I drive for a living, so I’m always on the go. I listen to a lot of music through my Bluetooth earpiece, and talk to my wife often. So hence the voices, in my ear. Below I wrote two quotes, the Random Act of Kindness; for Stuart, @ something to Stu over. The Happiness, quote me; Dollfaced Writer. I don’t have time to participate. Friday is the only day I can maybe infuse something extra, into the post. I hope everyone enjoyed this. Save the picture if you wish, have a wonderful weekend!
An open soul, how the glory is truly revealed. The open skies, shows the heavens. But it’s a heart wide open, that can see the risen Son. A heart truly open, what makes the glory rain down. But a heart can never truly feel the reign, if the heart is tightly shut up. Even when the clouds set in, even when the darkness covers; nothing can ever stop the reign. Heaven, show our hearts how to truly see beyond… the blue skies. God help us to get under the fullness, the glorious reign. A heart soaring, not just to capture a dream; but be absolutely captivated, by a vision of love. The beauty, the magnificent splendor. The breathless awe, may hearts truly feel… the Reign!
A fresh wind, blowing through the caverns of our soul; rain pour down, fall afresh. Signs, and wonders; above all hope. The reign, falling into our soul… until it floods. The stand on, the stand under; the stand up, for the truth. Standing in the presence, the everlasting reign. Hearts surrendered, hearts starting to see the gravity. For the reign to truly be known, a heart needs to be absolutely wide open… to receive. A look to the heavens, a look into our own hearts; to know the true manifested reign. Tears don’t mean you’re losing. The rain… down your face, mean you feel the love growing. Reign drops on roses, hearts in a forever bloom!
Heaven, may our eyes truly be on You; may our hearts truly see the glory. Let our peace be still, drench our soul. Let our hearts know, how to forever sing in the reign. Souls rejoicing in the storm, hearts riding out every wave. Until the tidal waves of eMotion, is Your love washing over our souls. Your loving embrace, Your glorious reign; within an open heart. Father, Thank You; that we can breathe in Your presence. That my every breath, is Your love… in me. May every heart truly feel, may every soul forever see; The Open… Heaven, the Reign!
iThirst, a heart always in need, a soul forever parched. A never quench, a fire burns deep within. Trying to talk, is a dry mouth; it’s my heart… that has so much to say. Just thinking about the love, is never a dryness of the eyes; the love flows. Just a sip on this love, so refreshing. I will forever bottle this love, but never within a plastic smile. No more bottled up emotions, my heart will express the depth. With my two lips, will I forever tell of the goodness; how this love is so so good. To show how deep goes the well… within my soul. Whenever my heart is in need, whenever my soul feels like a desert; it’s another drink from the well!
Oh my soul, will never offer a watered down version of my heart. The purest of love, will forever be the offering. An overflow, a forever spring; the love runs deep, within a silent river. Half empty, or the glass half full. The proverbial, is just a rhetorical; for a heart in need… of just a single drop. I’m not talking about drinking, this is about a thirsting. For a love so refined, a love so pure; sealed in an everlasting promise. The water will flow, my heart will forever be full; from the constant overflow. There’s an essence that flows, the fire within; helps to distill my soul. Nothing missing, within a heart absolutely speechless. Just trying to articulate; this breathless love. iThirst, a heart forever in need. This love is water, my Bottled Love; what I want to share… from the heart!
I once met a man named Harley,
he descended from the prestigious line of Davidson’s. Harley was rough around the edges, but when Harley graced you with his presence, you could see that Harley was top notch. The riveted exterior, was sure to catch your eye. Harley, was one of those so called; “bad boys.” People seemed to just gravitate, to Harley’s magnetism and charm. People would come in droves, just so they could say; we’re associated with the Harley family. So many have come, trying to dethrone Harley… from his pedestal, but to no avail. They would just end up peddling away, no BMX bike… could ever beat a Harley. Go ahead, Tour de France; do a little sightseeing. Check out the Tower, after you’ve had an Eye… Full; Harley will still be head and shoulder above the rest. Take a number, lean back and enjoy the show; it won’t be a competition. Just another show… off, looking for fifteen minutes of fame!
When the peddle collides with the medal, and while you’re still admiring the chrome. A sight you shall surely see, as Harley leaves you in the dust… off another trophy. For to this day, Harley has established himself; as The premier bad boy. Yes, Harley of the Davidson clan; you are such a road hog. But the plain and simple truth; “who can ever deny you this privilege?” You are a chopper, and over the years you have sent the competition… to the chop shop. You are too much of a class act, to ever make it be all about the streets. Harley is not hood, but can dust up; throw down with the best of them. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust; Harley you kill dem with it. Harley, you have more than earned your status, and rightly so. Vroom Vroom, Harley; you’re definitely a force… to be reckoned with!
I wrote this four years ago for my own amusement, but thought I would share it; I call it a iTreat, something different. Every so often I will share some of my interesting observations. I don’t own, or have any desire to ride a motorcycle. When I was a kid, Harley’s were interesting bikes; this is my take on the story. Below also is a quote, on a picture that can be saved. The tag theme is Happiness; picked by Renee @ Heart Tokens!