Month: June 2024

By Design; Wings of A Feather!

Metamorphosed Bloom

The breadth of life, metamorphosed stages, lived one day at a time. A heart blossoming like a beautiful flower, a soul chasing butterflies, to know a lifetime of freedom, basking in love’s unapologetic hue!

Rise Above it All

Wings of a feather, never lets its heart rely on whether, to forecast its true potential. Cast your burdens, conquer your mountains, and see how your wings will flourish. When, your soul knows how to rise above it all, your heart will shine its reason, thrive in every season!

Eagles Wings

Soar, let your soul take flight like an eagle. Set the height, then let your heart set its sights. Fix your gaze, not on the haze, but your glorious ascension; to new heights, to infinity and beyond. A heart, will never get to the place where its to be in life, until the soul knows its place, in love’s higher calling!

* By design, a collaboration of my daughter’s spirit, and my heart. A legacy in the making, love’s breadth by design! Hope you all enjoy my latest designs, blessings!

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Love’s Revelation!

Love in its revelation, revolutionary in its simplicity. Life, in order to be, live it wholeheartedly, breathe it in perspectively. Some things we fumble, some days we stumble, sometimes we grumble. But, being open to love’s revelation, reveals that every season, has its reason. The coldness in hearts teaches, to let the warmth of love, melt. Hot tempered moments, come in heated waves, but a cool breath of fresh air, refreshes the status quo. In everything, knowing present troubles won’t last, produces for us its glory, knowing how to rise from the ashes. Doubts vastly weighed, hope intentionally empowered, to be faith mightily framed; this too shall pass. When, we don’t look at what’s seen; rather, fix our heart’s gaze on what can’t be seen. Will allow things seen in the here and now, give way to what eyes could never fathom, what the unseen revelation becomes. Hope in action, gives faith its prime directive. Endow the empowerment, provide the enlightenment. The newness of love’s living translation, not found in its interpretation; but perceived in its simplistic breadth, the totality of its revelation!

“For our present troubles are small and won’t last very long. Yet they produce for us a glory that vastly outweighs them and will last forever! So we don’t look at the troubles we can see now; rather, we fix our gaze on things that cannot be seen. For the things we see now will soon be gone, but the things we cannot see will last forever. ” 2 Corinthians 4:17-18 New Living Translation

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Life’s a Journey; Stay the Course!

Many rivers we cross, the heart wading through the water, holding back the flood. Life’s a journey, never walked alone. The moment we’re born, the heart takes its first breath, the soul exhales, the journey begins. The dependency, finding life’s complexity, the breadth of its destiny. Love helps guide the way, helps keep negativity at bay. The journey, baby steps, until every step becomes, the journey of a lifetime. A journey to excite, take your soul to new heights. And if, it doesn’t happen just right, soar with all your might. To be a conqueror of mountains, daily refreshing your heart’s frame of reference, within the depth of love’s endless fountain. To slay your Goliath, it takes boldness of heart to face, fear of the unknown. Courage to overcome, emboldened by hope’s capacity to dream, beyond what’s inevitable. Your life’s journey, a story written on the heart, captured to fulfill blank pages. The good, the bad, ugly moments lurking in the shadows of the past. But, with every gentle nudge, resolve compels the heart to stay the course, never give up. Until your journey’s reason, has fulfilled its purpose. Perhaps, just maybe, someone else’s doubts, was encouraged to follow the light, emanating from your life’s journey!

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The Difference between, Complete and Finished!

No English dictionary, has ever been able to adequately explain to my heart, the difference between a complete woman, and a man not finished loving her. When you meet a woman’s heart, it’s not about love at first sight, but how to treat her right. Holding her love tight, close with all your might. Her beauty, oh, it would behoove you, men. To never become complacent, with woo, woo, woo, who she is inside, her quintessence. Smart, loving, funny; her sweetness is honey. Sweet lady, won’t you be my, love of a lifetime. I’ve searched the depth of my soul, the search is over. You are, my completeness, I’ve found my here and now, my endless love. Your charm captures, in your arms love raptures. Will your love arrest me, if words confessed, plans to steal your heart, again and again. A thousand years, but another day of the soul searching the heart, for its buried treasure. The love, that still persuades of its completeness, of its breathless phenomenon. And even though, the heart’s flaws are prevalent, love inside still evident, its relevancy of completion; Complete, but never Finished. Love is, its action does. The heart knowing always, forever, love is not abstract, but conceptually present. To adequately explain the difference, between a complete woman, and being the man that will never be finished, loving her!

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Cultivated Love!

Deep from within its tapestry, cultivated love thrives. Nurtured to be, never needing a proverbial season, to be its enriched reason. Deep love, not persuaded by culture’s passion, but swayed by heartfelt compassion, rooted deeply in the heart’s devotion, rejuvenating the soul’s breadth. Its benevolence invigorated, by love’s stated mission, know no bounds. In words spoken, more than sentiments, that doesn’t bend to, winded meaningless sway. But what lends to, what’s tended to, what flourishes when fertilized. The enlightenment of love’s wholesome eminence, preparing heart and soul, for every meaningful encounter. Love planting good seeds, the heart cultivating substantive growth. So the soul’s quintessence, can enjoy the beauty therein, the essence of love’s fullness!

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Flowery Heart!

Love blooming naturally, reveals the sole purpose of its design. Become a beautiful display, its intrinsic nature. Sun flowered hue, pollinated by love’s ornate breadth. The purity of its quintessence, the essence of its meaning; its truth told, its stories to behold. Of scented lily in valleys, whistling willows in meadows, telling the secrets of love’s never ending journey. The whispering sounds of daisies, lullabies of flowered tulips, hummingbirds singing life’s chorus. Of love’s breathless allure, its gentle beauty never overstated. Evidence of its presence, the splendor of its existence. Love’s flowery tone, its blissful persona, that leaves you with its imagination. Moving you with its quiet contemplation, benevolence of love’s wonder. Its actions planted with tenderness, moments of growth, becoming acts of kindness. Love, blossoming effortlessly, showing of its true colors, the fragrance of its might. A soul in a place, where words don’t have to be spoken, for love to be heartfelt. A flowery heart, full of the love’s textured, gives of itself, its inherent fullness!

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A Father’s Presence!

Immeasurable, the profound actions within a father’s love. Even if it stumbles, sometimes fall… short, let it become a love willing to rise, be perpendicular. Faithful love, doesn’t need to be head and shoulders, or monumental; just clear and present, give of itself unconditionally. Love’s undeniable presence, doesn’t need to be heroic, just, true, through and through. For when, a child’s heart has questions; will they be brave enough, grow to become as strong as you? It’s not about them asking every little how, when, but their heart knowing when, seeing how your love becomes the unwavering answer. Reassuring their attentive soul, your love will never forsake their sense of being, deeply loved. Not afraid, to come search your heart daily, to see every time, how deep the love goes? Letting a child know, whenever the world feels cold, their worth feeling defeated, trying to find its way. The sway, a father’s presence, with love to embrace their fears, strength to wipe away their tears. The depth of your love being, their Always, there Forever!

* Happy Father’s Day, to all the fathers out there. Be present, be a presence, be perpendicular. A child, doesn’t seek to know the measure of a man, they’re looking if you will be a father, of unconditional love!

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Love’s Sphere of Influence!

In love’s benevolence, resides its sphere, influencing hearts and minds. The more the soul seeks, of its essence, the heart perceives. Love not veiled in a facade, reciprocates in kind. The extent of its influence, the extent of the heart’s willingness. The degree of its power, measured only by its sway. Influence doesn’t just help guide, but helps navigate changing tide. Love truly influential, first affects a change of heart, then impact a change of mind. Real love, doesn’t need a glaring persona, to be identifiably true. Love’s infinity, greater than the Milky Way, the breadth beyond what encompasses the sphere, what deeply impacts our day to day. Deep love, opens the heart up to realm of possibilities, what providence has destined, what influences the soul, and heart as a whole. Forever, the space between, heart and soul. Time doesn’t wait, but infinity does, in the context of love. For, love is infinite, endless with its exploration. Infinity and beyond, a story the mind toys with, though light-years away. In between, heaven and infinity; the soul soars, the spirit knows. Influential living, greater than how the heart feels, but the depth of life being. Love’s influence, the benevolent sphere of its existence!

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The Wind chimes!

Hope and faith, set in motion reverberates in love, lived simple, life’s inherent symbol. When breeze blows, strikes a cord, wind becomes instrumental. As air moves about, unforeseen element, provoke statue qou, the wind chimes in, making its presence known. Air suspended, nudged by hands of time, echoes within the wind. The soothing sound of freedom, tales of how the wind chimes. Gusts of air, brushing up against what is, the wind, serenading with its lyrical expression. When spring blooms, when summer’s hue exhales the warmth of its days, wind chimes its muse. Air, conditioned to be, drifts directional with its charm, breathtaking but does no harm. Knowing, the breath of its gentle allure, knowing the subtle thrust within love’s forevermore. Oxygen, precipitates movement of the wind, the soul reciprocates air, love compelling the breadth, and therefore the heart… chimes!

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Crème de la Crème!

Homemade feelings, what happens in part, what’s added, what stirs the heart. The flavor of love, has its own kind of recipe. Crème de la crème in the making, love in its totality, has a milky way, with its sway; universal in a fundamental way. Love, sweetened with its unadulterated essence, paramount in revealing its charm, do no harm. Its overall extract, enriched by what it gives, notable pleasure. This kind of love, stirred not shaken, chilled not frozen… in time. The right mixture, enhances the picture. Matured, becomes an enjoyable experience, served pleasurably. Soft and creamy, seemingly a little more dreamy. Butterscotch, love playing hopscotch, with the heart and soul. Cookies n’ cream, seems the delightful theme, thoughts in daydream. Vanilla flavored ice, whipped with a condensed amount of consistency, creamed love with a global appeal. Even, with pondered thoughts of rocky roads, doesn’t change the fact. Enjoyment comes, not from the times you favor, but the moments you savor. Tasteful love, intentional in its provision, textured in its intent, measured in its portion. Crème de la crème, love, meaningful in its presentation. Love, with any frost bitten perception, taints its refined appeal. The ingredient, of a particular kind, allure defining one’s taste. Deep down, heartfelt, tastefully satisfying, melting you with a sweet sense of its presence. “Summer loving, a heart having a blast. Summer loving, happens so fast, summer days drifting away.” Crème de la crème, parlayed moments, for one’s heart to shine!

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