Fun Friday; Baked In! 

My heart, could be a million miles, but my soul would still know, the sweet scent of love’s essence, it’s baked in. Its fragrance, its aroma, the beauty of its substance, makes the heart prance. Love taking its stance, forever to enhance. I could find a thousand things, to display my intrinsic qualities. But, if love isn’t the main baked in ingredient, how would it truly profit my soul? They say, you have to break a few eggs, to make an omelette. But my heart says, if the reasoning was scrambled, with what would the conception be seasoned? The infilling of my soul, requires the accompanying flavor therein to be whole… hearted. Love as leftovers, therefore cold, and tasteless. My demeanor, overwhelmingly, to be sweet, salty at times, but never indifferent, love deeply baked in. My, brown sugared sweetness, a little pinch of her love hurled, goldenly baked into my soul. Her sugar, her spice, it’s everything nice, stolen love’s heist. Cinnamon’s savor, gingered flavor, carbonized in my love’s elasticity, baked sweet bread, roses are red… All-purposed love, flowery in its totality. Pure and milky, warm and silky; baked in vanilla extract, sprinkled cocoa powder, dripped pasteurized honey. Its take, what heart can’t fake, words can’t break, for love’s sake. Having your cake, eating it too, lit candled hue, baked in celebration. Of its affirmation, what makes the heart weep, the love seep, the soul’s keepsake. Like a potato, melting love, butter baked in. Becoming, one love, one heart!

*** Fun with words, a love story’s tale! ***

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Wednesday Proverb; Look up!

Whenever, your heart feels like it’s lost, within the fog of love’s journey, look up. When, overwhelming sees, try to capsize your heart, drown out love’s voice, tries to sink your worth, into the depth of indifference? Look up, see your faith tethered to its lifeline, the hope found within its humanity. Whenever, daylight seems it won’t save you from heartache, or enlighten your posture? That’s the time, to get up positively, and shine… even brighter. Exercise your hopes, maneuver your dreams into position, clothe your heart within substantive desires. Even if, for a moment your light seems eclipsed by darkness, it shall surely pass. Stay vertical, your soul will profoundly see, it’s always darkest before the dawn. If, love’s radiance seems overshadowed by grievances, leaving truth twisting in the wind, look up. In the stillness, your soul will see fear hanging on by a thread, to love’s undeniable truth. Its resilience, fear’s reckoning, when love comes beckoning. Whether, sense of purpose seems in tatters, rags to riches, love for one’s self the story, look up. Despair, likes to lurk around the proverbial corner, but face that obstacle, with strength of character, take every step forward, with confidence. And if, you get knocked down, take a deep breath, and look up… to the heavens; hope is never lost!

“I took another walk around the neighborhood, and realized that on this earth as it is— The race is not always to the swift, Nor the battle to the strong, Nor satisfaction to the wise, Nor riches to the smart, Nor grace to the learned. Sooner or later, life comes to call. ” Ecclesiastes‬ ‭9‬: ‭11‬ ‭MSG‬‬

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Motivation’s Triumph; Ever-Increasing!

Joy, peace, happiness, may they’re triumph be; ever-increasing. In every season, every heartbeat’s breadth, the reason be, of love’s eternal bed of roses. Its fragrance, its beauty, the essence of its might. What gives sight, what shines bright, what gives the soul flight, on the wings of love’s provision. Of growth becoming, of what’s deeply rooted, one’s worth making room, soul’s ever-increasing bloom. Love on the rise, expanding depth of awareness. A heart shining exponentially, the glow of one’s soul proliferating endlessly. Let your love illuminate, radiate continuously. Be as bright as the stars, so darkness could never be on par. Even from afar, be warm as the sun. Motivation’s hue, triumphing profoundly. The elevation of one’s heart and soul, be love’s enlightenment, ever-increasing!

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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 Sway; Daylight Savings!

Seasons, there are moments in our lives, days when we just can’t see our way, light within seeming a bit dim. Deep within our soul, there’s a small still whisper. Motivation’s sway, goes out on what seems a proverbial limb to reinforce within. All your heart’s light needs to flicker, saved seconds of love’s radiant breadth. For, those seconds will be minutes of daylight, enlightened moments in perpetuity, its saving grace. Moments in life, so one’s soul can shine bright like the stars. The heart glistening so much, its light transcends time, space… to be. With every breath you take, and every move you make. Even on the darkest nights, those seconds of daylight saved in between breaths. Time to be still and know, one’s light could never dim, forever illuminated within the heart and soul’s constant; its Northern Star!

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Acoustic Hues!

Bated breath, heart awakened by every strum, beautiful lullabies of love’s angelic hum. The soulful allure of its deep breadth, heartstrings swayed by every sublime tug. The soul utterly breathless, waiting to hone the subtlety of its tone. Every verse, like a chorus of angels, singing love’s harmonious symphony. Within the beauty of its touch, love whispers into the soul, hush. Let its rhythmic flow sway, no need to keep it at bay, let it cascade. Tears, never a sign of weakness, moved by the melodious depth of love’s acoustic hue. In the artistry of its essence, simplicity of its message. “Always and forever, each moment with you, like a dream, that somehow came true.” Love’s acoustic range, meeting you where you’re at never strange. If not just echoes of verbiage, but felt as the instrumental true nature of its texture. In its deep river, love drowns sorrows, the soul immersed within its bliss. Wayward thoughts, captured by love’s acoustic sound. Heart and soul, stimulated by the profound clarity of its distinct vibe. A heart finely tuned, recognizes the pitch doesn’t have to be perfect, just the tone and tenor authentically pure. Throughout the soul, love’s endless song amplified, even if moments would rather replay old jazzy blues. Love’s cord, not what stringed will proclaim, but its hue will acoustically allow to deeply linger. Its rendition, its representation, its aspirations. Gifted love, nuanced its heartfelt acoustics resoundingly felt. Nestled within the warmth, perched within deepest places of one’s anthemic soul!

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Inspiration’s Muse!

Would you be open, to allow your muse to be my inspiration? Can my words inspire your heart, broaden your soul’s perception? Caring isn’t just sharing, but daring to be true, even if your heart would rather sing the blue. Would it be profoundly intrusive, if I deeply touched your heart? You see, I’m moved by you, my innermost, revealed within the deepest place of your being. Oh, I know, sometimes you’re just not compelled by my creed. Indeed, until actions proceed love’s need, does the deed. Creative expressions kindled, sway meaningful exchange. My assurance is evident, in you so prevalent, you inspire me; “to be better than I was, more than I am.” Your bravery’s endearing, vulnerable isn’t an easy place, the trek to get there so necessary, to embolden the heart’s growth. How do you do it, persuade me with such confidence, to never provoke with satire, but invoke with the flame of love’s poetic fire? I know, I can become emotional, so easily mused with much heartfelt desire. Opinionatedly versed, could never be adversed, when love sees you at your worst, while offering you breathtaking clarity. Monumental it is to know, love is the journey, miles cannot measure. You and I, one in the same, poverty or fame. Alone I could never inspire, it’s you I require. In the midst of it all, even when darkness falls, I answer the call. Inspiration is, as it does, motivate. In the depth of perpetual muse, I am, therefore you are. Your heart and soul, allowing the breadth within me to be love’s catalysts, an inspiration!

*** When inspiration quickens, the heart acts. When inspiration speaks, the mind is enlightened. When inspiration moves, the soul reacts, becomes inspiration’s muse! ***

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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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I Have! 

I have, it’s not mistaken, can never be taken, my faith in it never shaken. 

I have, my mind can’t evade it, what leaves the heart prostrated, the soul elated.

I have it so, even if my mind is distracted, it colludes with my soul, to help get my heart out of the clouds. 

I have, but it seeps, oh it spills. So breathtaking it stills, moves you so it thrills. 

I have, oh me, oh my; do I have to cry, heartstrings and its tie, gives you wings to fly.

I have it bad, some call it rad, mistreat it that’s just sad, not knowing what you truly had. 

I have, it never needs explaining, it speaks for itself, words struggle to convey its meaning.

I have, passion makes it infectious, compassion makes it contagious, its poetry immaculate. 

I have cause, but its undertone yells, touches the heart so it swells. Its whispers tell, silence can’t even quell. Ring my bell, wake my soul from its spell, my story is its well.

I have it, not this or that. I’m not confused, it my soul will forever choose, it my heart will never loose. 

I have and, proved its worth, its truth provokes. I say, I have it, but it says, it transcends heart and soul; but yet, we are.

Yes, I have, you have it, if we let it be known, the world to be shown. Every bit of its grit, makes the soul fit, the heart, sit up and take notice. What this is it, you ask? Love! Have it, indisputably, undoubtedly!

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