Category: Life

Within A Smile!

Within the dawn of every smile, light enlightens the mood. When the heart’s smile beams, lost souls sail to find hope in distant horizons. On the wings of a smile, encouraged souls soar, the heart lifted to new heights. A smile has a captivating melody, a song in the night, like a breath of fresh air. Resting gently on the heart, like the morning dew. Like a breathtaking hue, a warm smile will melt the heart, emboldening the soul to exhale. Like a flower opening, like a window open to let in the moment, like a phoenix rising; hearts open to the possibilities, a welcoming smile provides. A smile like a candle, will surely light up someone’s heart. One that never loses its shine, its lustrous charm. Wrapped up within a smile; joy, love, warmth, peace, goodwill, heart and soul. Freeing, freed smile lets the soul breathe. Give it, give it the freedom to be, an endearing act. Open up your heart, let the sunshine from within, your soul displaying a face with a grin. With every smile, let love be the reason; in every season, Christmas came early. A heart presenting itself, within a gifted smile!

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When Love Harvest’s…

When love harvest’s, hearts are gathered. What love yields, the heart positions the soul, to be enriched with love’s abundance. For love, to be adequately prepared its harvest, it first sows generously, so the heart and soul can indulge, in its bountiful goodness. Love produces the evidence, the heart’s display become evident. When love harvest’s, it’s a feast for the soul, a fulfilling moment for the heart; love’s divine provision. Fruits of love’s labor, will never go unnoticed. Deep love captivates, profoundly cultivates, a quantifiable blessing of beauty. Love in quantity, doesn’t make it substantial; quality, what makes it truly quintessential. Substantive love, not what eyes glean, but what the heart receives, becoming what the soul needs. Love, with its beautiful presentation, never leaves the heart desiring, lets the soul partake of love’s deep seeded bounty; what love wholeheartedly harvest’s… Satisfies!

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Look Up!

Friend, lend me your heart, let me whisper into your soul; look up. When, the weight feels too heavy to bear, and beneath the silence, your heart feels like it’s suffocating? Just know, what doesn’t kill your spirit, makes your heart become that much stronger. When you believe that, the moment your heart knows that; true peace has been found. Pound for pound, the heart is the strongest organ in the body. Be courageous, you’re an overcomer. The way to the other side, what your heart has to go through. Never abandon your dreams, don’t relinquish your hopes, they’re tethered to your desires. Walk the walk, don’t need to talk the talk, be authentically you. You don’t look down, so your feet can know the path. You look up, to open your heart up to the possibilities. Even if you stumble, and your heart gets bruised, don’t give up. On the road called life, scars are inevitable, but flaws don’t define. No need to be strong, trying to keep it all inside, let it out. Even, if the rain won’t seem to end, and the flood so overwhelming, breathe. Tears, don’t mean you’re losing the battle. Peace is a river, love fathoms oceans, and there’s light even in the darkest moments. Look within, you’re stronger than your mind thinks, braver than what critics perceive. What matters, what you choose to believe. Don’t let your heart digress, every little step is progress. Every day, look up at the sun, there’s a light also in you. Every night, gaze at the stars, let it see the twinkle in your soul. Let fear know, not today, life’s circumstances won’t eclipse your glow; it’s your time to shine!

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By Design; the Thrust!

Every rose colored soul, sees with its own unique perception. Some conceptions, made of glass, but if the Thrust becomes a fractured perspective, the heart is found in broken pieces. Rose coloured lens, happily puts on a positive vibe, reflecting the soul’s rosy disposition. The question is, has the heart enabled flawed vision to perceive, half full revealing life’s picturesque horizon?

Whether in the valley, whether trying to conquer mountains, whether in the depth of a silent river? True love, has an undeniable reach, in a heart not swayed by circumstances. You, don’t have to be a knight, endowed to conquer the darkest night. Life, Thrusts the heart into battles, but within every warrior, a conquering spirit. With every valiant stance, fear retreats into the shadows. Quaking, never taking the chance. Knowing that with every glance, lies in wait the soul of a fear-less heart!

* By design, a collaboration with my daughter’s spirit, and my heart!

This by design post, was created in loving memory of my daughter, who passed on March 2, 2021. She took graphic design in college, but didn’t have the opportunity to pursue it in full. My heart, has been blessed with the ability to express love through words, and convey it with a picture. For the past year, and from time to time I will be creating my own designs, and share them with you on her behalf. She, may no longer be here, but through my heart, her love will be realized!

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I Got You!

If you need a friend, I’ll be there. You need a shoulder, lean on me. Need someone to lift you up, build up your resolve; call on me, my love will meet you in the trenches. If you need someone to intercede, here’s my creed; I will bend my knees, don’t have to ask me please. In these arms of mine, in this heart I have, you’re enough. If you have something on your mind, tell it to my heart, my love is listening. More than you ask, think, or imagine. With the depth of my love, the breath within my soul, my heart will intervene. Whatever, if ever, wherever, forever; whether will never be. You don’t have to ponder, what if? You don’t have to wonder, can I bear? My love, lives in an open heart, my soul takes breath, living in love’s divine grace. Your worth, doesn’t need to be a trophy, for my love to get you, my heart to receive you. Your love, tethered to my soul, my heart got you; here, now, always. You are, I am; lovingly, we become!

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The Canvas, the Clay; the Artistry!

Love is the potter, constantly at work molding the heart, crafting ways to let the love become, more than just a display. Drips of water, the breadth of love, passion with every ounce of being, failure never counts the cost. With every touch, with every press into depth of soul. A heart of clay, becomes inherently beautiful; love’s heartfelt artistry!

Love is the artist, never done with its perfection. Even, in our imperfect perfection, as long as we allow love’s brush, to remain pressed against the canvas of our heart, in beautiful colors our soul will be painted. In love’s divine artistry, crimson hue creates its artistic expression. Portraits of the heart and soul, portraying love’s intrinsic beauty!

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Life’s Call!

When life calls, the heart is compelled to answer. Some try to ignore, but life will persist, no one can forever resist. When life say’s jump, the question is not how high, but how the momentum propel the beats within your heart? Will it be beats per second, or a mind racing, trying to keep up with the jones? When life calls, there’s no option to let it go to voicemail. A heart, doesn’t have to be soft spoken, to be heard. Yelling at the top of your voice, maybe compelling, but also telling; is it well, with your soul? Everyone, has a call on their life, to love wholeheartedly. When life calls, a heart has to be first willing to get up, then willing to step up, enabling love to consistently show up. When life calls for action, what’s your reaction? Is the inclination your wants, or someone else’s desperate cry, for a heartfelt response? Every day, life calls on you to be, to become, to give. Kindness, compassion, love, life’s most precious commodities; we all have it. When life calls, don’t look around, look within. It’s never the wrong number, should never be an inconvenient moment. Every heart, will get the call to act, that’s a fact. In every moment, in every season, with every breath; life demands of you, live it well, one day at a time. The question is, when life bellows, will your heart and soul say hello; I am able!

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Wednesday Proverb; Somebody!

Everyone, has a story written on the heart, how love’s journey became the breadth. No one narrates the soliloquy, the Who, the What, the Where, the When, the Why; you get to be somebody. Don’t, let your heart buy into the notion, in order to become somebody; your tale has to be worthwhile. In a mirror, reflections reveal truth; identity is context, not the pretext. What someone believes, can deceive, if your heart receives, what they conceive. Money doesn’t proclaim, status in of itself doesn’t make, you into somebody. Those will enhance, what the heart’s posture makes known, your humanity. Knowing Who, and Why, more profound than accepting someone else’s perception. Like the rushing wind, no one has the power to alter, a predestined encounter. I don’t have to look in the dictionary, to know the definition of somebody. If you have eyes, have a brain, have breath in your lungs, if you have a heartbeat, have blood coursing through your veins, by definition; you have meaning, somebody. Love within like this, never has to prove anything, to be something, other than the best version of yourself. In being visible, Who is revealed, you. What, somebody. When, every day. Where, here and now. Appearances can’t define worth, ever divulge your quintessence, explain the proverbial Why; does somebody become, when intrinsically and inevitably you are, Somebody!

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The Optimist’s Quote!

A true optimist says with confidence, I will live today, with an open hand. Begin every tomorrow, with an open mind. Live life graciously, with an open heart. My open hand will reveal, what others need to see. My open mind will convey, I’m open to the consideration. My wide open heart, what sways my hand and mind, to never be closed minded. Openness, doesn’t need my optimism to become, just needs my love to be… true. A heart chasing butterflies, beholds love’s eclectic beauty. Profound love, revealed in openness’s commitment to be…. transparent. Regardless of open wounds, despite whatever circumstances the heart and soul will endure. Optimistic love, thrives in its transcendent openness. Open ended love, never questions the what, the how, the why. What would it leave itself wide open, why does it encourage us to let it be the reason, how does it become the answer? Love is the true optimist, why our hearts quote it, with such confidence!

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