Month: November 2024

Wick’s Muse!

There’s no shame, being love’s muse, a heart and soul used, the light of love infused. Idle heart, a stagnant light, ignited by love’s quintessence, illuminated by its presence. Light rain, could never extinguish the wick, the thick distinguishable light, of love’s consequential reign. How insane, one’s soul journeying its elevated plane, for one’s heart to not attain, the benevolence of love’s essence. What sets the world on fire, what lights up love’s heartfelt desire, a soul draped in its textured attire. Unveiled by its kindness, open to its generosity, and be struck by its beauty. Knowing the breadth of its authenticity, the grace in the touch of its tenderness. Its understanding, found in the depth of its love language, the humbleness emanating within the strength of its nature. Balanced living, blameless loving, every breath thankful in and out of season, love the reason. The flame of its muse, the fused wick of love’s candle, lit will burn bright; now and forevermore! 

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Wednesday Proverb; Give Thanks!

Thankfulness, its humility evident, within a grateful heart. A heart deeply thankful, for its health, its strength. One’s appreciative soul, its perspective through the lens of a cognitive source. Thankfulness, embraces the significant little truths, knowing there’s nothing insignificant, about the life choices we choose. Allowing our souls an opportunity, to give thanks for the little things, and the joy it brings. What tugs the heartstrings, makes the heart sing. Moments of peace, happiness, that resides deep within every breath you take. What the heart can’t fake, what problematic moments can’t shake. What behooves, what moves, what makes the soul groove. Swayed by the roof over your head, the heart snuggles in a warm bed. Knowing there’s food on the table, making your soul able, to thrive, not just survive. Thankfulness humbles, when circumstances say, it’s okay to grumble. Not realizing, that’s how indifference tumbles, down that proverbial slippery slope. But, that’s the difference with gratefulness, at your lowest, hope meets you there. Where, it reveals the heart, exposes your soul, realigning your posture. Becoming a heart, never letting its soul take anything for granted. Some paths we choose, sometimes we lose… heart, but the journey will inevitably be, a moment to always give thanks, in everything!

*** Here in Canada, we celebrate our thanksgiving in October, and for all my American friends, celebrating thanksgiving in November; Give Thanks… Always!

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Motivation’s Muse; Be… 

No heart, could exist a lifetime, without experiencing love’s birth, without one’s soul be, impacted by its rebirth. There inevitably will be, a time, a moment, within its sphere of influence. It TOUCHES the soul, even if the heart’s evasive. It invades the mind, love’s not intimidated, with food for thought. It’s not a passionless fruit, it goes straight to the root, being its muse, it’s a hoot. Love captivates the soul, it’s just that bold. Maybe not today, or tomorrow, but eventually, it’s a renewed mind, it’s called a change of heart. Love, doesn’t put the cart before the horse. We, all have those proverbial rough days, that cascade into a tough year, they’re called seasons. Nights in tears, learning to fight your fears, the journey to be, unapologetically free. With every breath, one’s heart is on the cusp of having, its soul enlightened by the nuances of love’s deepest breadth. Love, doesn’t let you fall off the edge, but lets its strength be the wedge, keeping hopelessness at bay. Hey, am I talking to you? You better believe, my heart too has felt the rain, but every tomorrow, love is my sunshine that reigns; I let it be. Its saving grace will be, filled with love to be, giving you the confidence that you will be… TOUCHED, deeply!

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Love’s Quiet Beauty!

If you look closely, you would see how its subtle beauty captivates. If your heart is keen, you would be in the know, how even its silence speaks, of its epic glow. Whoa, how its depth flows, its breadth spans the deepest river, hearts drown within its quiver. Its quintessence, unapologetically bold, if truth be told. Before one’s soul even knows it, deepens its hold, when nights are cold. Like a gentle flower, petals at the feet of its might, everything feels right, when eyelids close tight, within the midnight hour. In its reign, its fragrance showers the soul with its bliss, the sweetness of its kiss. Its kindness is endless, its awe breathless, actions blameless. It’s utterly reckless, breaking down barriers. Its worth never feckless, its meaning never voiceless. Within its hush, swaddled hue, the heart of its endearing pink blush. Fullness that emanates, stillness that shimmers, goodness that resonates. Its exists in plain sight, perceived only; when actions reveal, it resides within your heart. Its quiet nature, hovers in the shadows, patiently waiting to serve, what its essence preserves. In quiet whispers, lullaby it hums, the anthem of its sum. When words sting, healing it brings, the soul sings. Its mystique, moves the heart with its simplicity, captures you with its serenity, its picturesque intensity. Haven’t your heart heard, love’s true to its word, be like a graceful bird, soar with wings of a dove. Love, its quiet beauty, that, “je ne sais quoi,” what gets lost within its ocean. What no heart can fathom, no soul could live long enough to tell its tale, found within the pages of its boundless sublime!

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Wednesday Proverb; Reign in!

Love, when my thoughts become wild and indifferent, rein in my mind. When, my heart races to be right, but loosing sight, that every pursuit needs to still be love making every heartbeat skip, rein in my heart. When, comforting words seems misplaced, my soul struggling to render love’s most endearing expression, reign in my soul. Whenever, life’s problems are out of my control, but the real struggle, keeping emotions from building up passionless barriers, reign in my life. If, my words ever become insensitive and tasteless, trying to preach but not to teach… me. That love as just a verb, without elements of its healing herb, leaves a bad taste, rein in my words. In a position of change, not the same as a position of influence, love’s reign being its confidence. The moment one’s heart realizes, storms don’t come to drown one’s soul, but to test resolve, embolden one’s spirit, to perceive beyond the peripheral. One’s life finds meaningful solace, in knowing words won’t overcome, what the heart needs to let reign. Love’s rein empowers, what the gravity of every encounter needs to become, its heartfelt reign!

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Motivation’s Triumph; Hello!

It doesn’t matter, how many breaths it takes to breathe, take a deep breath. It doesn’t matter, how many attempts it takes for your faith to believe, trust the process. It doesn’t matter, how many times your hope loses its balance. Dust off your heart, so your soul can rise from the ashes. It doesn’t matter, how many times your dreams hit a wall. Don’t fall for the lie, that daydreams are inconsequential. Optimism’s creed, a consistent mindset, quintessential indeed. When, a heart arrives at a place, where love emboldens its innermost? A heart and soul will profoundly say, hello hopes, hello dreams, hello faith, hello peace, hello joy, hello strength; Love, come on in, to my horizon. The moment, your heart is opened up to see, love’s breadth resides within, what your soul needs know; I Am, free!

Love’s Letters, to a heart’s story!

Hello, heart, can I ask you this, do you hear it, the constant knocking? It’s me, Love, at the door of your heart. Waiting, for you to let me in; into your hopes, into your dreams, into all what love seems. When your soul says hello, my whisper echoes, let my triumph be. The poetry in your eMotion, the motion in your motivation. When you were a child, back before life took the innocence. Love, made you smile, held you close, made you believe, with love in your heart, you could do anything; you, had me at hello. But then life, all its woes, the unsavory does. Tic tac toe, two steps forward… hello. When, life takes its toll, I Am, willing to deliver these letters; L.O.V.E, to your battle scarred soul, your heart as a whole. To let it cover you, from life’s reign. Love is never typical, its reciprocal, hello. What, should every heart know about love, it comes knocking, to give you its peace, its joy, its strength; just say, hello!

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Stringed Melodies!

Shhh, listen; within the stillness of one’s soul, there’s a stringed melody, love tugging on heartstrings. Within its nature, butterflies, fluttering the heart’s endearing hymn; amazing grace, beautifully instrumental. Its endless rhyme, transcending time, with its breathless reason. Love’s hum, heart’s strum, its harmonizing rendition. Of the soul’s position, its new edition. If it isn’t love, why does it hurt so; mind, body, soul. Angelic harmony, doesn’t perform solo, displaying a blinged halo. Heartfelt cords of love in unison, tethered stringed instruments, not singing the blues, but a love ballad resoundingly true, graceful in one accord. Deep love, befits how deeply love strikes a cord. It orchestrated, likened to a symphony, despite its complexities. Love’s artistry, profoundly moving, just with its simplicity. Its soothing tone, the elevation of its breadth, the proliferation of its depth. Finely tuned instruments, producing an ambiance of tranquillity. Fashioned to be, hearts in tandem, tarrying in love’s presence. Like of a classical violin, melodiously composed to be, means of timeless stringed melodies!

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Motivation’s Creed; Remember!

Remember the day, lest we forget, war is never the answer. The 11th day, of the 11th month 1918; a moment in time, etched within the chronicles of history. Lives put on pause, to fight for love’s cause, because. The objective, a moment to be reflective, love is intuitive. Its might, break bars, heals scars, near and far. Lets never forget, conflicted with indifference, will never make a difference. Love restrained, what does it gain, if we’re left with a lifetime of pain? There’s no sunshine, when tears rain. Like a proverbial umbrella, love gives the heart sight, how to cover you with its might, for your soul it fights. Lest we forget, love is the ultimate sacrifice. Never looking to become a hero, just step up into its calling; honor the fallen, be a help to those in need, indeed. Stand firm, hold your position, and see… Battles are not won, being swift or strong, but whose love will endure, lest we forget!

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Fun Friday; Baked In! 

My heart, could be a million miles, but my soul would still know, the sweet scent of love’s essence, it’s baked in. Its fragrance, its aroma, the beauty of its substance, makes the heart prance. Love taking its stance, forever to enhance. I could find a thousand things, to display my intrinsic qualities. But, if love isn’t the main baked in ingredient, how would it truly profit my soul? They say, you have to break a few eggs, to make an omelette. But my heart says, if the reasoning was scrambled, with what would the conception be seasoned? The infilling of my soul, requires the accompanying flavor therein to be whole… hearted. Love as leftovers, therefore cold, and tasteless. My demeanor, overwhelmingly, to be sweet, salty at times, but never indifferent, love deeply baked in. My, brown sugared sweetness, a little pinch of her love hurled, goldenly baked into my soul. Her sugar, her spice, it’s everything nice, stolen love’s heist. Cinnamon’s savor, gingered flavor, carbonized in my love’s elasticity, baked sweet bread, roses are red… All-purposed love, flowery in its totality. Pure and milky, warm and silky; baked in vanilla extract, sprinkled cocoa powder, dripped pasteurized honey. Its take, what heart can’t fake, words can’t break, for love’s sake. Having your cake, eating it too, lit candled hue, baked in celebration. Of its affirmation, what makes the heart weep, the love seep, the soul’s keepsake. Like a potato, melting love, butter baked in. Becoming, one love, one heart!

*** Fun with words, a love story’s tale! ***

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