Month: January 2024

Wednesday Proverb; Retaining Wall!

Within the pushback, within beats per second; heart and soul, codifies its unwavering commitment, be a source of strength. Faith, could never be its quintessence, without hope’s retention. To live a long beautiful life, we must guard our heart, gird our soul. And even though, sometimes, our levee’s are overwhelmed; the river within our soul keeps overflowing. Retaining your composure, keeps hopes and dreams, from losing its breadth. The love we cleave, repels the anxiety we leave, embedded in the annals of the past. Memories are retained, not to keep them alive, but safeguard its meaning. By design, retaining walls are fortified by deeply held beliefs, the freedom it provides. Perceptions are altered, by the perspective in one’s heart. Retaining your position, engaged by the soul’s resilience. To be, or not to be, the conundrum that will test the heart’s resolve. In times of uncertainties, to what will your soul cling? What Words will anchor your heart, restrain your soul from being swept, by waves of emotions? When, faith is kept in sight, hope holds fast, helps the heart retain its confidence. Preserve, conserve, reserve, the integral essence in our being; confident, tomorrow will reconcile wants and needs. “Cherish the love you have, cherish the life you live, for as long as…” For me, and my heart; Words have I hid. The love, my soul’s in possession of, kept secure, by my heart’s retaining wall!

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Water Under the Bridge!

They flowed, streams that seemed so consequential, water’s presence, the depth in a silent river. Moments passed, the water swept past, under the bridge. Though, quintessential became the encounter, meaningful the situation. The tide taking waves of emotion, perspective change in time. The soul, traversing uneven bridges, troubled water spilling, overwhelming the heart’s reinforced embankment. Waterfalls, tears cascade, the misty soul; a clouded heart’s perception. Volatile waters, propel steamboat’s zeal, welled up water beneath the surface of the bridges. Forgiveness, watered disagreeable caught up in moments of time, taken out into forgotten seas. Making what’s truly important, the short lived moments to be. By the rivers of, my heart laid down, my soul at rest, down by the riverside. They flowed, consequential streams, a silent river’s breadth; waters past, underneath the bridge!

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Wednesday Proverb; Love’s Assurance!

They say, but, do they reassure? It’s not enough, to just rely on what they (meaningless notions) say. Sometimes, the answer to questions we have, found when we search our heart. For that divine intervention, the message bottled up, waiting for our soul to find. Assuring the heart, everything will be alright. There’s, power in positive thinking, but more confidence attained, within love’s endorsement. Words edify, but love amplifies, the heart’s true intent. Its assurances will honor, its truth never lost, even within the translation. In life, it’s not enough to pledge devotion, but vow from the depth of your soul, to love wholeheartedly. The key to love, built into knowing its turnkey commitment, the door of the heart is opened up, clockwise. The days of our lives, are the moments in time we don’t let slip away, through cracks in the hourglass. A heart, open to the possibilities, a soul not allowing these precious moments to become, counterintuitive. Love’s safeguards, reassures us with its provision. Love covers, giving hearts the freedom to discover, love’s courage lies within its faithfulness. Words are fleeting, if not tethered by its worth, bound to its essence; anchored by its truth. Trusting, your heart into someone else’s care, reassured when the soul embraces; love’s blessed assurance!

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Beyond…

Love is revealed, beyond words, its beauty more breathtaking, than a well thought out soliloquy. More poetic, than syllables can express. Beyond words, love’s truth speaks. Within the breadth, the heart finds its voice, the soul’s spirit escapes. Beneath the depth, love’s ocean is explored, deepest places perceived. Within its profoundness, the soul drowns beholding, its breathless presence. Beyond what knowledge teaches, wisdom edifies. Beyond our doubts, our humility. Beyond hurt, love’s significance. Beyond lingering questions, knowing it’s the answer. Beyond sight, faith’s evidence waits to be discovered. Beyond heartfelt expressions, substantive action. Beyond the resistance, the extent the heart is stretched; how flexible becomes the love. Its quintessence, beyond contemplation. Its intimacy, beyond intimidation. It’s faithfulness, beyond comprehension. Sometimes, the soul gets blindsided, by life’s complexities. But, always in the heart’s peripheral, love’s reflection; the Need, beyond what eyes can discern. Love’s strength, beyond what’s physical, achieving what may seem impossible. With its integrity, its consistency, its intensity, its immensity; the measure, the degree. The heart’s perspective, willingness to see; beyond…

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The Need!

I don’t want, there will never be a want; deep within my Need. I don’t desire, desiring will never do; Needing, makes wanting more profound. I don’t care for, I’m not looking to be indulged; the thirst won’t ever be quenched, the Need will forever be. I’m not fixated on, what contemplation complicates; Need to know, involves my heart and soul. I’m not interested in, won’t be distracted by, meaningless things; having the Need, having everything, just ask my heart. I’m not going to, never going to abandon, my one thing; the Need I have. I’m not hoping for something, won’t be content with anything; specific or else, what’s the Need? I’m not trying to, making it seem life or death; just my breath, Needs it to breathe. How, could my soul be enamored with, if my heart weren’t impressed by; the Need felt within my bones? I Need to push past, fear is not an option, my heart exposed irrelevant; Needing, outweighs being vulnerable. Needy, being knee deep, still Needing to go deeper. So, wants never become blind love, but a heart wide open, getting its Needs… met. Half way in, still half the way out… the door. I’m not infatuated, I’m in love; to make my heart and soul breathless. The Need, chasing after my soul, but my mind’s not having it; it’s my heart that’s racing, being mindful of the chase. In my heart of heart, there’s the pressing Need; love’s Need becoming known, the breadth within it seen!

There’s an old time saying; “want it, want it, can’t get it; get it, get it, don’t want it.”

In essence, it means; be careful what you wish for. Sometimes, what you want, you can’t get, but then when you get it, you realize you don’t really want it. So, may the want, become everything you need. The breath-taking things, what your heart and soul truly needs. The things that matter, that won’t let you settle for rather. May, love be the Need, the breath within you known, the breadth within it seen!

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Wednesday Proverb; the Consistency!

In love, for the nuances to become substantive, the consistencies must be these, true, truth, truly. Nothing missing, nothing broken, into half truths. In its consistency, love’s true breadth is known. Within the depth that it holds, how the truth of its essence is revealed. Truly, how its existence is felt, applied. Even, erratic living needs the consistent mixture of mind, body, and soul to be the bases of a life well lived, with a wholesome purpose. Deepened by the proverbial texture, strengthened by a heart’s metaphorical wholeness. Love’s consistency, heightened by its uniformity, enhanced by the soul’s fluidity. Becoming more than a passing glance, a rhetorical gesture. Consistent love, purifies the heart’s irregularities, regulates the mind’s inconsistencies. The equilibrium needed, to make the constancy more meaningful. Love’s truth, meaningless if by conformity, true, if defined by inherent essence; truly, if unapologetic in its intention, becomes its purest expression. Love’s authenticity, love’s substance, love’s quintessence, its application; the consistency!

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Holding Your Love!

Does anyone feel it, is there a mist in the air, or is it just my heart, creating this misty feeling? Would my soul be absolutely helpless, like a feather caught in the wind, if your love ever let go of my heart? Would my soul endlessly chase butterflies, knowing with every touch of your love, the wings of my soul take flight? How’s the love in my heart, is it warm, is it tender; whenever you look at me? Is it music I hear, or the sound of your presence, making my heart sing? Another moment, when my soul can’t help get misty, holding your love. There’s a breathless mist, cascading gently down my soul. My heart just can’t seem to evade it, the mist of water falling, escaping sweetly from my eyes. How sweet it is, to know the profoundness of love’s embrace. Heart to heart, walking the path of forevermore, time but a distraction. My heart’s gaze, knowing at any moment, my soul would forever be raptured. It doesn’t feel, like my soul’s clinging to something, but grasping the gravity, my heart held in your love. Anyone, getting within a mile of my soul, must definitely feel there’s something in the air? Indeed, this moment is about the reign, the moistness dripping from my soul, and how it’s making my heart misty, keeping your love… close!

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Other Side of The Glass!

On the other side of the glass, do you see lots of baggage. Heart and soul, packed for its life long journey. A mission to find enough confidence, that will never again be taken… for granted. On the other side of the glass, do you ponder a list of past mistakes, or see a list of lessons learned, what not to do? On the other side of the glass, do you see a reflection of someone struggling to stand, or someone on their knees searching, for the courage to rise up every day, from the ashes? On the other side of the glass, do you see someone in pieces over shattered dreams, or someone trying their best to collect themselves, use broken pieces to rebuild their hopes? Just know, on the other side of every perception, a reflective glass. Reflecting the things, we all try so desperately to conceal, with a little blush, and the make-up. The pretty words used, to tell our tale. The real you, textured glass. Reflective interpretations, veneered glass. Transparent facades, not meant to mask the heart, but reveal its humanity!

Mirror, mirror; through the glassed lens, show me one heart that doesn’t have their baggage, one soul that hasn’t made its own list of mistakes? How about someone, that hasn’t struggled knowing their worth, or at some point felt a bit broken? Every mirror’s reflection, perfect as it may seem today, could become sudden brokenness. A mirror reflects you, what’s allowed to be seen. Glass reveals what’s a fragile situation, a heart handled with care, not easily broken. Casting stones, will break glass, easily replaced. But, the heart worn on the sleeve, when impaled by reckless acts, leaves visible scars. Glasses expose, what a mirror can’t hide, brokenness the heart reveals!

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Wednesday Proverb; Believe!

Believing you can soar, not relying on just wings, but trusting in the faith. Believing, doesn’t look to be convinced, looks within itself to be persuaded, by the indwelling confidence. The meaning of true love, found within the evidence of its intrinsic breadth. Leaning on its everlasting arms, letting the embrace take your soul to its highest plain. It first starts inside, within the belief you can. Heart and soul with a plan, wings with an elevated span, takes your beliefs to it. The place where the soul knows, if the heart believes it, your hopes will do it, soar higher. Metaphorically, beliefs reaching the proverbial sky. No limitations, there’s absolutely nothing to it. Spreading your wings the soul sees, how far dreams take the heart. A soul on the verge, doesn’t wait on settled nerves, but the heart’s inkling, the mind’s epiphany; the manifestation. Believing, happens not by chance, but the intentional choice. Thinking it likely, predicated on the heart knowing, it’s inevitability. I know, believing sometimes seems so attainable, but yet at times so far. When, weakness tries to get the best of you? Meekness will, find a way. Belief won’t change, if hope doesn’t get distracted, when faith doesn’t get discouraged. The soul, needs love to breathe, the spirit wings to soar. The question is, does your heart, believe?

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