Tag: Encouragement

Cluttered Thoughts!

Clearing one’s heart, of cluttering thoughts. Spring cleaning, birds singing, seasons casting its clouded moments. Cluttered moments, leaves a heart in disarray. Soul searching, days seeming, conflicted seasons, reconciling the reason. Getting one’s house in order, mind, body, soul; life lived whole. One’s heart focused, keeping it in focus, not letting the little things, become a disordered mind, trying to find. Room in one’s heart, uncluttered of all things, purging the soul of the unpleasantries it brings. A heart thrives, not weighed down with mights, love’s breadth held tight. Love could never shine, needing to be dusted off. Sweeping, feelings underneath the surface, will at some point resurface, cluttering not just thoughts, but heart and soul. A heart could never find solace, letting the mind hoard, misplaced thoughts. Disunity, between the heart and mind, the soul living in kind. One thing I have learned, it doesn’t matter how much clutter, moments will pile in the crevices of weighing thoughts. Letting go, the heart sees a healthier perspective, the decluttering of unwanted thoughts. Making it easier for the heart to be an inviting home, where indifference doesn’t clutter, unwanted thoughts have no sway. Letting hopes and dreams, finds its way, a wonderful place to stay!

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Winning, Broken!

Even with a broken heart, breath is still taken. Even with a fragmented soul, the heart beats with a holistic persona. Even with a fractured wing, a soul can soar, if the heart’s willing to elevate. Even through a damaged perspective, perception changes, trusting the process. Even though a crushed spirit, hope breathes life, into a heart’s renewed sense of purpose. Even a splintered frame of reference, knowing there’s slivers of hope. Lets water under the bridge, quench moments of burning bridges. With time, ruptured wound heal, not with meaningless band aid fixes, but the heart’s sincere attempt to make the love missing, be nothing within the texture left broken. Even, a torn fabric within trust, becomes a heart mended, with forgiveness woven in with love’s essence. Even confidence in absolute tatters, can still be heart and mind in concert. Not singing the blues, but harmonizing a love ballad; reunited, and it feels so good. A soulful, and heartfelt expression of. Even, cracks in the road of life can be filled, one pothole, one day at a time. Uneven bars are utilized, not for mental gymnastics, but showcase a heart, and soul’s resilience. Injures are not meant, to sideline your hope, but build up your resolve, keep your faith focused. Tears fall, but so does rain, even if for hours, out comes the sun. Even in times of brokenness, seasons like April showers, bring out in us, beautiful May flowers. Rough times, not uncommon, but commonly known. To let a heart know, Winning is still possible, even if moments find us, Broken!

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Gentle Soul!

Poetically, a gentle soul, awakens its heart. In its wake, dawn reveals its shimmer of light, love’s gentle smile. Letting its muse become, in service of. In quiet contemplation, in subtle gestures, the heart conveys, what words can’t say. Clouded whether, kept at bay, love’s reign becomes evident, from whence cometh its gentleness. You can be sure, love strengthens its resolve, be the cure for all. A gentle soul, pours out of its heart, letting the love gently spill. What vessel, could ever contain the unfathomable wealth of love’s generosity? Likened to a refreshing stream, love floods with no regrets. Leaves its gentle residue, like that of the morning dew, that settles within the slumbers of the twilight. The soul awakened, to find love resting gently on its heart. Just like the wind, the presence of a gentle soul sways, but its essence what stays. A heart full of lilies, chases butterflies. To see how colored hues, gives the soul its wings. Gentle love, move gracefully like the wind, blow minds, change hearts, with the breadth of thy might. With the strength of thy stance, cast thy benevolent light, eclipse downcast shadows. With thy humble spirit, persuade indifferent hearts, to be love’s gentle soul.

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Within the Hourglass!

Minutes, through the glass of life’s fragile moments, turn into hours; the days of our lives. Moments in time, reciprocated, yields to us its fruits, love’s benevolent moments. The breath of life, moving between the breadth of every heartbeat. Why, would a wise soul counter, living in a time such as this. Where heartfelt encounter, time tugging on every heartstring. Love becoming, better than it was, more than it is. Who we are now, if not what it needs to be, change. Times change, the hands of time persist, no heart has the power to resist, we evolve within the midst. Time doesn’t toil, doesn’t spin needlessly; it’s intentional. Second chance, counterintuitive, to make a first impression. Time, doesn’t rely on second hand; information is key, knowledge isn’t free. Blood, sweat, tears; hard work and dedication, times three. Instrumental, to keep ahead you will surely see. Without fail, every hourglass tells the same tale. The measure of a heart, the texture of what lies within. Every notable slim perspective, loses its quintessence, when sifted through narrowed perception. Fixed periods in time, defined by its ability to produce, change. No need, to watch the sand slip through the hourglass. Profound change, occurs moment by moment, one day at a time. Seconds, become minutes, turning into hours; time. Love’s significance, sufficient grains of time, we son’t allow to wastefully cascade, through the hourglass!

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Love’s Linguistic Melody!

Lyrically, single notes when wedded, sequenced within two souls becomes one heartbeat. Hearts in tune, love musically satisfying. Love, phrased in its semasiological form, texturized with its natural beauty; reveals its truest essence. Love’s poetic hue, a portrait painting its intrinsic verse, recited to give its wholistic meaning. The heart’s, most endearing love language, BOLD in its presentation, clear with its representation. Expressive in its simplicity, extensive in its honesty. Linguistically, the bolder love is spoken, the more meaningful becomes its truth. Love’s defining nuances, bares its divine nature, the heart and soul revealing; a love so beautiful, in every way. Real love, like an unforgettable jingle, echoing throughout your soul. Though near or far, the song of love that clings to you, does things to you; unforgettable in every way. The rhyme, giving the rhythm within the heart a reason, to sing along too. It’s that song in the night, playing its soothing tone, to ease the troubled mind. Love’s intricate melody, like an acoustic guitar, strumming gently the heartstrings. Harmonized love, instrumental to live and breathe. In its truest form, becomes intentional, the breadth becoming; love’s linguistic melody!

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If I?

If I, said I only needed one day, to say how much I love you, but made it the most special… ever. Would that one day make it clear, I will always and forever be celebrating your love? If I, showed you a portrait of my heart, but you couldn’t feel the texture of my love. Would the fabric veiling my feelings, be what also, bares to you the depth of my soul? If I, said by chance I happened to fall into your love. Would you then truly believe, I just happened to still be there? In love, in that same state, searching my heart, still trying to find what I know to be love’s worth? If I, said I wrestle with feelings, would you feel I was fighting for us, to not let our love become vulnerable, to what time takes for toll? If I, needed just a proverbial moment, to express my love. It would be if I, believed today was my last chance, to gaze into the breadth of your love. Living within the stillness, my soul realized, my heart wouldn’t be okay. If the perceived special moment, wasn’t the here and now. If I, my heart not knowing love’s true meaning. You and I, wouldn’t have something special; to be my, to be yours, a love worth celebrating… day after day!

This, for everyone reading, may the Words Press! Happy Valentines!

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is it?

Is it what moves you, or what makes the heart beat? Is it a fragrance, or the beauty within what permeates. Is it the depth that takes your breath, or how breathtaking the deeper meaning? Is it an intense gaze leaving you speechless, or the awe leaving the heart lost for words? Is it what the mind ponder, or in its heartfelt wonder? Is it a lifestyle, or in what takes a lifetime, to fathom all the nuances? Is it what’s transparent, or when it transcends? Is it the richness poured out concentrated, or how richer time gives the maturity? Is it more precious with your first breath, or treasured more mourning its loss? Is it what bends to become, or what the mending becomes? Is it what propels the heart through seasons, or what compels your soul, letting it be the reason. Is it the breadth that spans generations, or stages of life revealing, how it shapes the heart? Is it more profound in a sweet melody, or pronounced more as a touching ballad? Is it more endearing sowed, or more enduring vowed? Is it just as wonderful in thought, or becomes more thoughtful in beautiful deeds? Is it multiple choices, or in choosing, not to allow multiple opinions, to sway the integrity of the devotion. Is it in the extrapolation, the intricacies of the estimation, what becomes the final deduction? Is it in questions, or in seeking to know where to find the answer, to deepen understanding? What my heart has found, what my soul knows to be true. Love is the answer, to everything!

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Sufficient for Today!

Though, our heart doesn’t have all the answers, to so many questions, in the depth of being. In this, our souls can be confident, in love with who you are, sufficient, for hearts living in the moment. Though, storms loom on the horizon, and mountains peak, trying to see if there’s any fear, within your confidence. Peace won’t send its endearing hush, love’s still whispers within the wind. Know this, with every breath exhaled, with every step forward, fear loses its hold, on heart and soul. Standing tall, doesn’t mean we won’t stumble, fall sometimes. But, that’s when the time is at hand, to make another stand. This, every hopeful soul knows. The courage in getting up, the willingness to look fear in the eye, and let it sigh. For then it knows, even with ashes clinging to your soul; you’re not afraid to rise up, with sufficient enough strength, to face whatever circumstance life puts in your way. So, tell that mountain, peak all it wants, you’re an overcomer. When, life examines your resolve, the hourglass won’t sway your heart’s resilience. Sufficient faith, compel hopes. So, dreams won’t just invade restful subconscious, but will make every conscious decision, heartfelt. Night’s are always darkest, before the dawn. The moment your heart realizes, freedom gives hearts the kind of peace, fear can’t comprehend. Tomorrow’s worries, won’t overwhelm the mind, become a burden on your soul. Storms always come, one thing remaining constant; time’s hour hand, brings about meaningful change. Every heart finding, answers to life’s questions. Knowing, how to still the heart, the whispers of love’s breadth will say; everything will be alright. The soul getting to breathe, so every breath can be; sufficient for today!

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Light A Candle!

Light a candle, let it shine through the window of your soul. Light a candle, let its light dispel negative energy, its warmth be love’s breadth, lingering continuously. Light a candle, let it ignite dimming lights, set ablaze all the lights, that have waxed cold. Light a candle, even if it flickers intermittently, its flame can still burn radiantly. Light a candle, illuminate the world, let your light shine. Light a candle, kindle it with trust, let its spark be love’s consequential light, showing the path to inextinguishable peace. The shining light of hope, even if a candle in the wind, encased in a transparent lantern, will shine its unwavering truth; one love, one heart. Light a candle, enlightenment releases its fragrant hue, giving the heart sight in darkened moments. The love within ones heart, a candle shining its incandescence brilliance, lit to reveal the soul’s inherent glow. Eclipse the darkness, shine bright love’s vast radiance; light your candle!

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By Design; Nubian Butterflies!

Butterflies: True love is that pit of the stomach feeling, fluttering within like wings of a butterfly. Your soul chases, trying to catch the breadth, only to have heart captured by its allure. Love’s breathtaking beauty, deep within the sense being, a soul not nervous to give the heart the freedom to embrace, butterflies!

Her Nubiance speaks, within her tone, her breadth is known. Her Her nubiance captures, with the beauty, within the texture, the colors of her love. Like a gentle rose, the complexion to her core, the nuances felt within the warmth of her ambiance. Her Nubiance!

When the bridge of life, takes your heart and soul over troubled waters, don’t drown yourself in the depth of your feelings! On the other side of the bridge, hope will be waiting there. Telling you, it’s always darkest, before the dawn, let your light shine!

Since, deciding to create designs, and post them in memory of my daughter. My heart has felt more inspired, to explore my creativeness, in creating graphical designs. In which, creative thoughts have expanded, creativity elevated. Yeah, it is as my heart knows; her love is alive… within! Hope these are a blessing!

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