Wednesday Proverb; Abandoned Thoughts!

I can’t, leave that rhetorical phrase, at the side of the proverbial road. The journey your heart’s on, doesn’t need that kind of loaded baggage. When, every other thought has a subtle chuckle, joy gives the heart permission to chuck negative beliefs, out the window of the soul. Systematic chains, keeps the heart in bondage, abandons your worth in a deprived, reality. Feeling not good enough, abandon those kinds of flawed thinking, ditched them in the deepest crevices of your peripheral. And when, your mind’s racing, trying to be there to pick up pieces of your heart; gather your thoughts, be still and know, deep love builds up a broken heart. And if, you ever feel not worthy of love, renounce that thought, burn it up in love’s eternal flame. Let your soul, listen to every heartbeat, the breadth that it holds, makes the love within your story, not yet told. Deserted thoughts, with no return address, will never find its way back to the heart. Insecure thoughts left stranded, in your lowest valley. Will never fathom the moment, your soul has reached the pinnacle. The place where your heart’s journey, finds how abandoning misleading thoughts, lets the soul discover, love’s wholistic essence!

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Love’s Anxious Imagination!

When, anxious love washes over your soul, contemplative affection persuades. Beneath, the surface of every heart, lies love’s deepest mystery. The heart’s imaginative exploration, becoming love’s gleeful excitement, beckoning the soul deeper. To let the heart know the stillness, breathless in love’s tranquil essence. With bated breath, with every eager contemplation, the nuances are revealed. Beyond the expression, deep within my soul, words I have found, letting the tale unfold. Profound love stories, eclipses paradoxical understanding. With childlike faith, my heart opens wide, believing in love’s endless contemplating. The love my heart knows, yields the compassion it holds. My heart’s imperfection, don’t negate what makes imagined love have worth. Love, takes the willingness in my soul, and makes the irregularities within my love, become something beautiful. My anxious love, doesn’t worry about pleasing tomorrow, but let my focus be, what needs my heart’s attention, today. My soul, is not consumed with what has passed, but letting all that I am, be enough in the moment. Eager love, doesn’t moan, it yearns… to be more. There’s no greater ocean, a heart should want to be, than fathoming the depth of love’s mystery, finding your soul lost within the breadth. The love deep within your soul, when set to become, the simplicity finds the freedom to be; love’s anxious imagination!

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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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Wednesday Proverb; Love’s Reach!

When, love’s essence crawls into the bed of life, it kicks off the cover of darkness, to reveal its benevolent presence. Doesn’t need to reach to be anything, but be love’s proverbial existence. In the midst of the heart’s darkest night, love doesn’t preach, comforting words will always reach, teach with love’s sublime excellence. Giving, hearts the courage to reach across anxiety, and turn off the bedside illumination. Allowing the soul to find rest, within the moonlight of love. Love’s breathtaking dawn, drips the dew of love gently; letting the moistness release love’s reign. The breadth, stretches the heart, equips the soul. When indifference closes doors, love reaches for the curtain, exposing what the heart needs to unveil, the windowed soul. Love is, an extension of the heart, words remissed if not to mention; love’s undeniable reach. When it doesn’t preach, but loving teach, its kindness has a profound reach. True love, doesn’t need to stand tiptoed, to grasp what seems out of reach. Love, reaches to extend, persuades to attain. Whenever, your relevance seems anxious, stretch your faith, hold out your hope, embrace your worth. Deep love teaches, real love reaches. My words, are not here to preach, my love all about the reach, and together, our humanity will teach. Nothing, has a more meaningful existence than, love’s reach!

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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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Wednesday Proverb; What If?

What if, we could be truly honest, let our love resound true? What if, we stopped holding our breath, would our soul be then able to exhale… the breadth of love? What if, kindness became more than a random act, would actions and words speak equally? What if, we truly respected boundaries, would our love be more open, our heart not built so many walls? What if, unconditional love these days, didn’t come with so many conditions; whether, wouldn’t always seem clouded? What if, sharing wasn’t bittersweet, would love be so sweet, words could never leave a proverbial bitter taste? What if, perceive didn’t deceive, would love’s truth be received wholeheartedly, despite differences? What if, the fabric of love was more than the feeling, the texture more profound than the perception? What if, love became more than a flickering light, but the lighthouse beaming, illuminating that deep love is an ocean; that doesn’t change with the tide, but helps hearts find its way, even in the darkest times? What if, love was what it was meant to be; the substantive story, not a subjective tale? Words would refrain, the heart would restrain, harmony would sustain, love would deeply reign; humanity would attain… What, not If, love’s harmonious expression!

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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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Wednesday Proverb; Still!

Be Still, when the oceans rise, and thunders roar, love, helps our soul soar above the storm. When life leaves you feeling empty, when you don’t feel enough. Love, helps our heart to be still, and know; warmth is in its embrace. To hide us under its wings, hold us within its mighty arms. Its prudence, yields us confidence, our soul will find rest, our heart know its power. In quietness, in its trust, chaos gives way, the unknown has no sway, fear kept at bay. To let our heart perceive its purpose, our soul finding the proverbial strength to be, still. In every season, love becomes the reason, love’s nuances become undeniable; the texture per se, be unchanged. In its transcendence, it lingers, touches, but with more than fingers. In the stillness, love’s beauty resounds, within quiet breaths reside. Still light reflects, majestic hues projects, benevolent love protects. Unwanted fear stilled, as love’s divine presence fills. True love, not about thrills, and never lets the heart pay the bill, a soul resting in love’s tranquility. There could never be any miss, living deep in this, love’s wondrous bliss. The breadth of love, grazing the heart gently, gazing into the soul deeply. Even in the silence, love is never silent. In the peaceful hush, the soul learns again how to breathe, the heart desiring to be… Still!

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