Category: Life

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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A to Z!

Awesome, awe by any other definition, could never take from its meaning. Beautiful, how beautiful the heart, worn on one’s sleeve. Captivating, how alluring deep love becomes, captivating one’s heart and soul. Delightful, love’s truest appeal, how delightfully it clothes the soul. Essence, the essence within love’s innermost beauty, the breadth revealed within. Favor, love bestows its favor, regardless of one’s need. Graceful, poised with so much confidence. Graceful hearts don’t fear falling, for it’s a moment to rise, to beat the odds. Honor, how wonderful to honor, give of love’s inalienable benevolence. Invitation, love in of itself is an invitation. To taste, touch, smell, hear, and see, to wonders of love’s deepest meaning. Joy, how joyous to know, love’s gentle tug on the heartstrings. Won’t break the heart, but strums the soul with its pure joy. Kindness, random acts of kindness, are never actions erratic in its pursuit, but intentional with its accomplishments. Like-minded, expressions of love’s heartfelt similarity, indicative of like minded. That won’t bend to the minds perception, but swayed by love’s endearing perspective. Moments, in life moments become this, in love moments are bliss. But don’t allow yourself to miss, how these moments shape the heart. Nevertheless, though in life we stumble, or fall; nevertheless, rise, shine.

Openly, love gives openly of itself, offering the best of its divine excellence. Powerful, the resilience of one’s spirit, a powerful display of the heart’s wondrous nature. Quintessential, to let the beauty within our humanity, radiate the heart’s intrinsic light. Reciprocally, the heart’s journey to find common ground, love reciprocated on a two way street. Substantive, knowing life’s meaning, found within the substance of living with purpose. Transformative, transparent in heart, a soul transformed by love’s endearing appeal. Undistracted, devotion is not a concept, but the essence within love’s exceptionalism. Vulnerability, in of itself obscured in its meaning, when not empowered by love’s totality. Worth, never needs to prove its source, when you know its validation emanates from within. X-factor, should never play a role in determining love’s true measure. If it’s not from the heart, it’s therefore a meaningless expression. Your, love is an extension of your character, its truth unadulterated. Zenith, what will only begin to describe, love’s Amazing embodiment!

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The Epiphany; We’re Not Together!

I’m the kind of person, that doesn’t like being late, going anywhere. Even to this day, you can set your watch, to my internal clock. I could give the time of my arrival to the minute, even hours in advance. If, I said I would be arriving at 4:23 pm, and someone said, see you by 4:30. I said no, see at 4:23pm. My daughter and friends, even made a game of it, and laughed every time I showed up, at the exact time I said. Yeah, punctuality and I, were best of friends, not noting the message it sent. How it left another’s heart, wondering where do I stand, if not hand in hand? The Epiphany, not yet revealed to my heart. You see, my wife was time conscious, but did not hold it in high esteem, like I did. Whenever, my wife and I had somewhere to be Together. Time would whisper in my ear, let’s go. My words conveying it to her, she saying out loud, don’t rush my heart. So, my heart paced, time cased my mind. The Epiphany, what a moment in the future, would enlighten!

So, time sent us on our way, the mood still, time whispering, cutting it close. We get to the parking, but all the close spots taken. Knowing, we can still be on time, maybe even get a good seat, if we walked fast. So, I walk faster, hoping she will keep up? Only to hear, wait; “We’re Not Together.” And even though, I heard it time and time again, the Epiphany, eluded the years, outpaced my heart. Leaving love wondering, how could it ever be incidental, if the breadth reveals its totality? You see, synchronization of hearts occurs, when togetherness takes hold, of time and space. Said that, to say this. Years later, the Epiphany, was made clear, you’re leaving me; “We’re Not Together,” When, time knows its place, love therefore in its totality, never becomes; Counterintuitive!

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Fun Friday; Enthusiastic Support!

E.T. (Enthusiastic Telemarketer), in what may seem, an extraterrestrial environment, where few hearts boldly go. Not to become alienated, by the close encounters. The cold shoulder, the static, the panic. The tendency, phone home, to someone who cares. Only to find out, there’s a bad connection, the disconnect. Your heart starts racing, your mind pacing, you’re facing the reality. The Smooth Operator, the same dialect, “the number you called, is no longer in service,” making you nervous. Mr. Telephone man, there’s something wrong with my line. When I dial my baby’s number, I get a click every time. E.T, someone, will acknowledge you; “Hello, is it me you’re looking for?” E.T, in the meanwhile, become the first; “Information Technology support enthusiast, with your very own geek squad. Elliot, can offer some tech support, until the issue becomes resolved. E.T, when all else fails, reboot… your heart with love, it empowers confidence. Negative energy, a corruptible virus, making the heart of the matter untenable. Even, hard driven, but overtaxed internal organisms, pushed beyond its limits, are weakened. Information technology, from head to heart, the download, in encrypted messaging. When all hope is gone, Alt, Escape Delete; the negativity, and replace it with positive assurance. E.T, hopes and cheers, keep the heart fixed on home. Where, everybody knows your name. An Enthusiastic Telemarketer, endeavoring to be in contact with someone, supportive of their needs!

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The Space Between!

Every day, the wading between, life and Death. A heart, trying to breathe in drowning waters, a soul struggling to avoid life’s quicksands. Live, Love, Laugh, within the space between, and all it’s meant to be. Striving and Thriving, the pursuit to be, indeed, be the reality. Passion, never counts the cost. Some days, our heart goes through the fire, to not be consumed. A heart under fire, battling the heat of the moment, trying to keep its composure. One day at a time, chasing Hopes and Dreams, Valleys and Mountains, Lost but Found. Heart and Soul, truth be told, in the space between. Here and Now, the nexus, Time and Space. The heart willing, but oh, the flesh, yes, all the feelings, and all of its healing. The strength to be, the power setting you free, empowering the breadth inside, what resilience can’t hide. The pursuing, and the reckoning, the reconciling, and the navigating; Doubts and Beliefs. Mind, body, soul and, all in the space between!

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Wednesday Proverb; Finding Balance!

Everyone, at some point searches, to find that proverbial balance. Some search in quiet spaces, time releasing its gravitational tug, on heartstrings, and mind filled things. Some search high, others search low, but even if heights encounter woes, keep the faith, hope is never lost. A cup is never empty, half full becoming the balanced perception. Balance taught, begets balanced thought. Heart training the mind, to not just be aligned, but fall in line. So many search, willing balance to be, but failing to see. Finding balance, not in the recovery, but knowing the trajectory. And though, life lurks to upend, don’t let ego offend, your confidence pretend. Enlightened serenity, deepened tranquility; emboldened harmony. Quality of movement, breadths between every heartbeat. Supply and demand, lifestyle, and a realistic plan. Mind, body, soul, working hand in hand, within the master plan. Strength gained, composure attained, balance retained. Some, search to find it in you, but tell me who, can find it for you? Some search for it, between the sheets of a good night’s sleep, but riddle me this peeps. “If love seeps, and darkness creeps, can finding balance keep, if with getting we haven’t learned, how to search deep?” Those, who look inside the heart, find out balance is never lost, sometimes misplaced!

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Purposeful Planting!

In every season, intentional planting, reaps a beautiful harvest. Love’s enriched soil, rested gently on the heart, a soul laid bare. Purposeful sowing, seedlings of love deeply rooted, the manifestation of, within the transcendence of. Digging deep, puts love out there to be soiled, by earth’s indifference. But, even if your heart gets a bit scuffed, plant faithfully. Love’s harvest, will surely yield the pollinated essence of its botanical bounty. Rose colored love, blossoms in thornless crimson hue. Home grown organic love, blooms its authenticity, fruitful in its holistic simplicity. Purposeful planting, harvested becomes love’s herbal remedy. Garden planted with love, life taking place, its breadth flourishing. Into something natural, something good, something divine, love’s intrinsic nature. In times of sunshine, or moments of shade. A heart feeling love’s brilliant light, also needs its cascading water, to be its saving grace. Faithfulness, planted with love’s inherent vibrancy, grows emboldened with its tenderness. Purposeful planting, of love’s fertile garden, yielding of its substantive abundance!

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Cluttered Thoughts!

Clearing one’s heart, of cluttering thoughts. Spring cleaning, birds singing, seasons casting its clouded moments. Cluttered moments, leaves a heart in disarray. Soul searching, days seeming, conflicted seasons, reconciling the reason. Getting one’s house in order, mind, body, soul; life lived whole. One’s heart focused, keeping it in focus, not letting the little things, become a disordered mind, trying to find. Room in one’s heart, uncluttered of all things, purging the soul of the unpleasantries it brings. A heart thrives, not weighed down with mights, love’s breadth held tight. Love could never shine, needing to be dusted off. Sweeping, feelings underneath the surface, will at some point resurface, cluttering not just thoughts, but heart and soul. A heart could never find solace, letting the mind hoard, misplaced thoughts. Disunity, between the heart and mind, the soul living in kind. One thing I have learned, it doesn’t matter how much clutter, moments will pile in the crevices of weighing thoughts. Letting go, the heart sees a healthier perspective, the decluttering of unwanted thoughts. Making it easier for the heart to be an inviting home, where indifference doesn’t clutter, unwanted thoughts have no sway. Letting hopes and dreams, finds its way, a wonderful place to stay!

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Winning, Broken!

Even with a broken heart, breath is still taken. Even with a fragmented soul, the heart beats with a holistic persona. Even with a fractured wing, a soul can soar, if the heart’s willing to elevate. Even through a damaged perspective, perception changes, trusting the process. Even though a crushed spirit, hope breathes life, into a heart’s renewed sense of purpose. Even a splintered frame of reference, knowing there’s slivers of hope. Lets water under the bridge, quench moments of burning bridges. With time, ruptured wound heal, not with meaningless band aid fixes, but the heart’s sincere attempt to make the love missing, be nothing within the texture left broken. Even, a torn fabric within trust, becomes a heart mended, with forgiveness woven in with love’s essence. Even confidence in absolute tatters, can still be heart and mind in concert. Not singing the blues, but harmonizing a love ballad; reunited, and it feels so good. A soulful, and heartfelt expression of. Even, cracks in the road of life can be filled, one pothole, one day at a time. Uneven bars are utilized, not for mental gymnastics, but showcase a heart, and soul’s resilience. Injures are not meant, to sideline your hope, but build up your resolve, keep your faith focused. Tears fall, but so does rain, even if for hours, out comes the sun. Even in times of brokenness, seasons like April showers, bring out in us, beautiful May flowers. Rough times, not uncommon, but commonly known. To let a heart know, Winning is still possible, even if moments find us, Broken!

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