INS (Internal Navigational Spirit)! 

It seems I keep finding myself here, in this place time after time. I don’t hear a clock ticking, just the innate breadth of my heart beating. I just can’t seem to help, being positioned in this way, my heart navigating the deepest matters of love’s sway. Substantive faith, not of blind trust, of love’s endless must, of a heart magnetizable. Courage will perceive, allowing an encouraged heart to proceed, find a way for its love to be forever true. My soul, never entertains tomorrow’s myth; that when I lay my heart down, tomorrow will be the dawn that awakens my soul, but it never shows up. All I’ve ever found, tomorrow perpetually waits within the horizon. My heart realizing, today’s my only tangible constant; love being my intuitive INS, (internal navigational spirit). Lost within love’s embrace, how my heart knows my INS can only steer, could never compel my soul’s heartfelt poetry beyond eMotion. With every encounter of love, the beauty of its allure, pieces of its memoir left etched upon my soul. My heart knowing, life is but a breath, of my soul its acoustic instrument of love, a composition of its rhythmic melody. My love doesn’t wander, it maneuvers life’s breathless wonder. Love, doesn’t allow my heart to stray, my soul’s innermost compass whatever may. For time and time again, my soul continually finds my heart here, gazing through the lens of love’s abstract hourglass. Teaching me how to look within, to see if love’s strength and resilience, still encompasses the depth of my soul? Here I am again, love bringing my heart’s INS to this place, unapologetically exposed!

WCR