Category: Life

Being Led!

Lead me, to life’s opportunity, to love’s epiphany. Lead me, to the right decision, position my heart, within the breadth of unmovable stasis, its breathless oasis. Every single breath taken, liken it to a thousand reaps of your might, ten thousand steps of the enlightened way. Its poetic sway, be silent rivers flow, soulful cast its glow, seeping the essence of love’s overflow. Take my breath, to extraordinary places, take dreams, where hopes fathom deep spaces. Help me see, I’m empowered to be a light in darkened times. Help my soul go the distance, a racing heart doesn’t focus on being first, but constant. Escort me through the valleys, help my faith climb mountains. Steer my heart, down winding roads, direct the way beyond forked pathways, to new horizons. Flutter this thing in my chest, give my soul wings to soar, to never keep score. Shepherd my soul, guide my humanity, accompany my destiny. Led by You, hope is never lost, within one’s soul. The question is this, if your not willing to let love take you by the heart, to have its sway? Would the soul of your benevolence be, a book with its pages easily read, or through the lens of love, a heart truly led?

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Motivation’s Triumph; the Distance Between! 

When, the distance between two hearts, makes it hard to believe. Love could never overcome, what seems two ships sailing miles apart. A glimpse into one’s heart and soul, likened to a lighthouse in the night. Illuminating love’s connection, its enlightened bridge, spanning the chasm that so often divides. Giving hope, that even in our darkest moments. A selfless heart, willing to shine love’s radiant light, doesn’t worry about troubled waters, or the distance between two hearts. When love builds character, it profoundly expands the breadth between!

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Unannounced! 

Unbeknownst, yet so attentively; true love hovers at the door of your heart, hoping to be of service. Love comes knocking, if sincere waits patiently, to be invited in. Every unannounced encounter, love’s pronounced engagement. Letting your soul know, whenever your world’s shaken, its reassurance will profoundly still the chaos. When the storms rage, like an umbrella, love waits in the reign, ready to cover you with its presence. In life’s haze, into your soul its gaze, silencing fear of the unknown. When tears fall, mind is blown, with the strength of its might, your worth becoming its confidence. Even, if mind is clouded, heart dazed by life’s distractions. Through the window of your soul, love’s essence lingers, intuitively in the shadows. To break down barriers, build up hopes and dreams. With its firm foundation, the weathering of doubtful season. Love, though its intentions seeming unannounced, its spirit made known, by the beauty of its faithfulness. What’s a heart and soul to truly do, knowing in the midst of it all, love hovers within the stillness? But, be open to its advancements, captured by the enrichment. The silhouette of its quintessence, forever welcomed, unannounced!

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Magnetic!

There’s no escaping it, no force in the universe like it, the gravity within love’s seraphic aura. Its magnetic persona, its gravitational pull, like a boomerang, keeping a heart coming back, for another encounter. Love’s magic, so magnetic, making the soul ecstatic. Magnetizes perception, in one’s personality, the perspective of its reality. Love’s magnetism attracts, it’s a fact, real love doesn’t put on an act, opposition could never detract. Futile skepticism, contrary to true optimism, beliefs blind to nepotism. Love exhibits, hopefulness tethers, life’s isms. Some words call it alluring, inquisitive minds say it’s fascinating, intuitive hearts know it as deeply captivating. In its totality, it bears all things, endures even when it stings. Love is dependable, relatable, its validity never debatable. Its relative, poised in its capacity. It will appeal, what time tries to repeal, the wounds that it heals. Some reduce love, as just a feel, but let my heart tell you the deal, it’s likened to steel. You can’t break its will, diminish it to just a thrill. When you truly need it, inspire you it will. Beyond attraction, the charm, it does no harm. Its focal point, a heart to heart connection, under gird with its essence. Its courage wields, its strength yields, its armor shields. It will insist, be just emotions will resist, magnetic love will always persist. Negative polarities it repels, with its positive authenticity. Engaging love, irresistible at its core, never a bore, living enthralled within its shore. Magnetic love, mesmeric, not for its potential, but adherence to its beautiful philosophy!

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Swayed!

Feeling the warmth, captivated by its beautiful hue, moved by the breadth of its subtlety, the soul swayed. Summer’s heat, oh what a feat, a fatigued heart, laid gently within its capture. Contemplation, giving in to the rhythmic nature of its sway. Deep within its lullaby, a mind struck by the futile pursuit of its resistance. Gazed thoughts, slipping in and out of dazed places, between spaces of time. Slumber’s sweet essence, the soul’s sublime fate, awakened by its presence, prevailing day’s resilience. Unbeknownst to the eyes, the soul swayed, the heart persuaded, mind’s objection overruled. The gentle breeze, having its way, heart and soul seized, by the relentless sway. Why write, why fight, a weary spirit can’t take flight, nether enlightened by love’s revealed insight. Drowsed in the heat of the moment, swayed by the countless encounters. In its rapture, love’s breathless sure. A rejuvenated mind, body, and soul; renewed by its consequential sway!

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Flowered Hue!

Life, portraits of its colorful moments, paints the soul with its vibrant hue. Love, portrayal of its essence, captures the heart with its breadth, the flowery colors of love. Rooted beliefs, a heart grounded, a mind not dug in. Allows the soul to naturally blossom, nature taking its course, for growth to be. Natural beauty, a nurtured picture of love’s benevolence, captivating heart and mind, with its flowered hues!

  • Today, I’m sharing a collage of pictures taken on my phone over the last few years, and have textured them to be a bit more picturesque! Blessings to everyone!

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Lost for Words!

Heart check, one, two, is the mic on, is my heart and soul in tune? There’s so much to say, will everyone grasp, resonate with the words echoing throughout my soul? Will it just be, words lost in translation? Words echo ABC’s, but how can they know, how days are truly numbered? My heart, knows it well, tomorrow’s never promised; my daughter, her breath lasted only three decades, now rests in peace. And my words, at a loss. But, these words are not about that, so let me tip my hat, and salute the One. Love, gives one’s heart the faith to believe, that words permeating in one’s soul are never lost, just often miss placed. Some words are in haste, leaving a bad taste. Why at every dawn, my soul yawns, my love to never pawn. Every day, open up your heart, to let the sunshine in, and the soul sing. That’s how, love never becomes about me, me, me; a closed off soul, reciting the words la, la, la. Ah, affectionate words are found, within the compassionate breadth of love’s elevated persona. Trying to make its point, enabling the heart to get to the point. Love, has been known to steal one’s heart, take one’s breath, but never leaves you lost for words! 

The words I write, expressions of my heart, hundred and forty characters can’t always convey. Words long winded, never purposely to offend, but always meet its intent. Very early, my heart learned the art of reading between the lines. Going beyond mere words, to get a deeper understanding one’s heart, what words alone won’t express. Love in one’s heart and soul, shines brighter than expected, under a transparent lampshade. When love searches the heart, words don’t evade, it bares one’s soul, making the words whole. Even in its silence, it speaks volumes. Oh, if only my lips, could articulate the words, embedded deep within my silent river. Fathomed within the depth of my soul, love has awakened my words, giving my heart its story to tell. My words, will never get lost, finding its way from head to heart. My heart is the pen, love the crimson ink, giving my words substance. For love vows, syllables vowels, of A.E.I.O.U, and sometimes Y… do hearts think it’s a probability; love’s story could ever become, a heart lost for words?

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Nature’s Harmonics! 

In every aspect of nature’s breadth, its essence, harmonics of its song. The melody rings, its harmony sings, joy it brings. In every dawn, the heart fawns, breath calms. Soul swayed, lyrically played, moved by nature’s divine presence. Birds sing, bees hum, heartstrings strum, to the breathless beauty of nature’s sum. Come one, come all, answer the call, in love to fall. Seasons change, reason remains, nature stakes its claim. The ambience, the texture, growth a perspective of time. Days we name, pictures we frame, fear we tame. Its colorful complexities, the capture of love’s beautiful necessities, giving its wonderful opportunities. To do, to be, live in harmony. Heart and soul’s rhythmical expression, emboldened by love’s eclectic muse, the symphonic sound of its allure. Nature’s charm, time’s subtle arm, love that does no harm. Summer’s steeze, autumn’s breeze, winter’s freeze, baring springtime’s squeeze. Indifference, love not enamored, with all that jazz, heart not blinded, by meaningless razzmatazz. Instead, the soul moved by the simplicity of love’s poetic symphony. How it flows, how it shows, it glows, how it grows. Momentary blues, giving way to blissful hues, life’s treasured clues. What nature creates, heart contemplates, what the mind can’t debate, love conquers hate. Heartfelt impressions, every soul’s confession, giving credence to its inevitability. Time and space, serves to precipitate humanity and nature’s destiny; in harmonious progression!

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The Story; Time Traveler’s Wife!

In the meadows, the encounter, the story of time’s resilience. The days, the years, the moments, the growth; love transcending time, total eclipse of the heart. Love’s moving journey, no soul evading its capture, its captivating tug on heartstrings. Lives cross, hearts intertwine, time vowing to be true. His soul travels, her heart waits, becoming time’s intuitive revelation. Time travels, hope floats, deep love stands test of time. Love, doesn’t kill time, it illuminates the mind. Make memories, embrace the moments, celebrating each other, time vanishing before eyes. Life makes the heart learn, love makes the soul yearn, time makes you discover, love doesn’t fear unknown. Time was, time is, love traverses the breadth, of time and space. In time’s fate, the heart dates, the soul mates, mind relates.  The complexities of time, overcome by the power of love. The mind wanders, the heart searches, time enlightens reality. Love persuades, gives meaning to a traveling soul! 

* This post, a take on a movie I’ve watched a few times, and again this weekend. It’s a love story, based off a book, with the same title, made into a movie in 2009. It’s a story, about love’s resilience, a man who keeps vanishing, in and out of time, and a woman who falls in love with him, and later marries him, but he still keeps traveling. There’s no violence, no guns, no swearing, a movie differently worth watching, the end just might have you in tears!

(Trailer) https://youtu.be/3_8WZxHScMk?si=e76MnsvEq1fMTmuZ

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The Show!

Have anyone ever said, your heart is showing? Did someone say recently, your love shows, I see your heart? Can everyone truly say, you display unwavering compassion, and it’s refreshing? Don’t, let your love be a production, just a show. A dramatic play of words, but yet a thoughtless soliloquy; an act one, scene two, but having no character. Endearing love, a show of strength, of affection, of support, of gratitude. Appreciation for, not seeming like a meaningless exercise. But, showcasing the heart and soul, showing the true beauty of its color, deep crimson hue. Love, doesn’t need to put on a show, to be deemed visibly authentic. If it hides itself in plain sight, there will never be a display, of its wonder. Provoking one’s intellect to ponder, does it demonstrate as genuine? Deep love shows, is shown, is showing; the unveiled breadth of its manifestation. Vulnerability is real, the struggle isn’t what it prevents, but what it won’t allow to be seen. A heart hidden, is not concealed by flesh, but cloaked in one’s fear of the unknown. Will your heart be trampled on, will your love be abused, will your trust be broken; what if, what if, what if? Every day, heart gives love the courage, to rise from the ashes. Faith’s substance, gives hope the freedom. To act, let the heart be vulnerable, for love’s sake. Love never needs to show off, but will always show up, and shows through. In times such as these, the show, must go on, be that proverbial heart, on display!

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