Category: Life

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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By Design; Colored Leaves!

Over a Barrel

Over a barrel? Love harvested like a sunflower, blossoms within its grace and mercy. Keepsake’s of a heart and soul, found within the fabric of love’s provision. Its timeless harvest, in seasons, and its reason. Textured love, layered with compassion, beautifies. Deepened moments painted, with the vibrant colors of its true beauty. Its simplicity is this, what the lens of love doesn’t miss. The nuances of its kiss, emboldens the tapestry of its bliss. The flowery expressions of love, beyond stereotypical lens, what life’s perception oversimplifies!  

*** This first share, a picture I took earlier in October, modified to be this texturized design!

Leaves

In time the fall, moments cascading, that leaves an impression on sands of time. In space the haste, breadth in motion. In time the waste, breath in emotion, leaves. Nostalgia that visits, love that welcomes, heart that embraces, leaves breathless hues. Hearts in bloom, revealed in pages of love’s leafage, within its collective foliage. Loved one’s hue, life holding a special place in one’s soul, the beauty of their love lingering deeply. The desire, once again be touched by the silhouette of their presence, yet it’s, leaves… resting gently in peace. Soiled memories, fluttered hearts, souls laid bare. Gathering love’s true colors, graceful leaves!

*** This share, infused whimsical moments in time, of colors, of lives, autumn’s hue. A reflection of love, of loss, of what metaphorically LEAVES, an impression of heart and soul as a whole!

* By design, a collaboration of my late daughter’s spirit and my soul, giving my heart inspiration to create these designs. Each are pieces of different elements; pictures, drawings, paint swatches, inserted and manipulated within several design apps, together creating the final design. To be a legacy in the making, love’s ornate breadth by design!

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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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