Love’s intrinsic nature, the art of cultivating. Heart and soul thrives, when love is attentive. It’s elevated, weeding out the unnecessary. The emergence, love to a higher plain. In essence, the heart sows, the soul reaps. Planting good seeds, with love being the soil; hearts in bloom. The perseverance, love for humanity. Love is the gentle flower, when given abundant sunlight, and watered intentionally; perpetual love, blossoms profoundly. Fertilized unconditional, cultivated deeply, the root will go deeper. Love becomes fertile, removing the unwanted shrubs. Whenever the season, seems overwhelming, dig deep. And, when growth becomes a little stagnant, dig a little deeper. A heart divinely rooted, grounded in depth, so faith can grow… sublimely!
Parched encounters, don’t stick a fork, or uproot. Sometimes, the love just needs to be transplanted. Don’t shovel dirt, when you should apply a rack, to gather up your heart. A spade, by any other name, is still a spade. On your knees, sweat equity; in gardening, prune the unbecoming, root out the envy. Love, not about getting it done, going through the motions. Love is, about becoming; from the ground up, the beauty comes alive. The more, the heart leans in. How the soul, gets a profound glimpse, into love’s divine nature. The true artistry, knowing there’s a Potter, and seeing what becomes, of clay. From ashes, hope rises. Love’s garden, faithfully attended, with the deepest sacrifice. A labor of love, yields a thriving heart, a soul baring, the sweetest fruits. Love, the breadth within increases. When the heart allows, the deepest love to reign… forevermore!