Tag: Encouragement

Fun Friday; Enthusiastic Support!

E.T. (Enthusiastic Telemarketer), in what may seem, an extraterrestrial environment, where few hearts boldly go. Not to become alienated, by the close encounters. The cold shoulder, the static, the panic. The tendency, phone home, to someone who cares. Only to find out, there’s a bad connection, the disconnect. Your heart starts racing, your mind pacing, you’re facing the reality. The Smooth Operator, the same dialect, “the number you called, is no longer in service,” making you nervous. Mr. Telephone man, there’s something wrong with my line. When I dial my baby’s number, I get a click every time. E.T, someone, will acknowledge you; “Hello, is it me you’re looking for?” E.T, in the meanwhile, become the first; “Information Technology support enthusiast, with your very own geek squad. Elliot, can offer some tech support, until the issue becomes resolved. E.T, when all else fails, reboot… your heart with love, it empowers confidence. Negative energy, a corruptible virus, making the heart of the matter untenable. Even, hard driven, but overtaxed internal organisms, pushed beyond its limits, are weakened. Information technology, from head to heart, the download, in encrypted messaging. When all hope is gone, Alt, Escape Delete; the negativity, and replace it with positive assurance. E.T, hopes and cheers, keep the heart fixed on home. Where, everybody knows your name. An Enthusiastic Telemarketer, endeavoring to be in contact with someone, supportive of their needs!

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The Space Between!

Every day, the wading between, life and Death. A heart, trying to breathe in drowning waters, a soul struggling to avoid life’s quicksands. Live, Love, Laugh, within the space between, and all it’s meant to be. Striving and Thriving, the pursuit to be, indeed, be the reality. Passion, never counts the cost. Some days, our heart goes through the fire, to not be consumed. A heart under fire, battling the heat of the moment, trying to keep its composure. One day at a time, chasing Hopes and Dreams, Valleys and Mountains, Lost but Found. Heart and Soul, truth be told, in the space between. Here and Now, the nexus, Time and Space. The heart willing, but oh, the flesh, yes, all the feelings, and all of its healing. The strength to be, the power setting you free, empowering the breadth inside, what resilience can’t hide. The pursuing, and the reckoning, the reconciling, and the navigating; Doubts and Beliefs. Mind, body, soul and, all in the space between!

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Within Love’s Hush!

Within love’s hush, chaos loses its voice, the world’s madness quieted. In love’s hush, whenever tears fall, it never impacted a heart’s resolve. To never let its imprint, rewrite a soul’s destiny. In love’s reign, fears wash away, cascade like a breathtaking water fall, never touching the depth of my soul. In love’s shush, erratic heartbeats are stilled, a heart held gently, hushed tenderly, loved so completely. A soul laid bare, knows its heart could never dare, find a hush so fare, leaving you breathless in its loving care. Fed profoundly, filled deeply, moved so sincerely. In love’s divine hush, birds have nest, foxes its dens, flowers its garden bed. Peace and contentment are emboldened, enlightened by love’s quiet contemplation. Whenever, anger lurks intent to overwhelm my heart’s serenity, my soul hides within love’s calming embrace. Where, words are never needed, my heart and soul left speechless. Knowing, silence could never be deafening, when your breath lies deep, within love’s endearing hush!

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Wednesday Proverb; Finding Balance!

Everyone, at some point searches, to find that proverbial balance. Some search in quiet spaces, time releasing its gravitational tug, on heartstrings, and mind filled things. Some search high, others search low, but even if heights encounter woes, keep the faith, hope is never lost. A cup is never empty, half full becoming the balanced perception. Balance taught, begets balanced thought. Heart training the mind, to not just be aligned, but fall in line. So many search, willing balance to be, but failing to see. Finding balance, not in the recovery, but knowing the trajectory. And though, life lurks to upend, don’t let ego offend, your confidence pretend. Enlightened serenity, deepened tranquility; emboldened harmony. Quality of movement, breadths between every heartbeat. Supply and demand, lifestyle, and a realistic plan. Mind, body, soul, working hand in hand, within the master plan. Strength gained, composure attained, balance retained. Some, search to find it in you, but tell me who, can find it for you? Some search for it, between the sheets of a good night’s sleep, but riddle me this peeps. “If love seeps, and darkness creeps, can finding balance keep, if with getting we haven’t learned, how to search deep?” Those, who look inside the heart, find out balance is never lost, sometimes misplaced!

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Love’s Breathless Silhouette!

Within our midst, love hovers, within the breadth of its wings, love covers. When love speaks, its deep soliloquy resonates, to let its essence convey, what mere words struggle to say. In the darkness, love lingers in the shadows, blanketing with the warmth of its presence. Its radiance, revealing the might of its breathtaking silhouette. Letting the heart know, even in the darkest hours, deeply love holds you, in its gentle embrace. The soul knowing, it permeates the depth of being. In daydreams, the soul glimpses its existence, the quintessence of its heartfelt beauty. The heart’s gaze, captured by its allure, the soul swept by its endless forevermore. Its beautiful imagery, its redefining symmetry, not even time, or space can sway. Becoming the heart’s one thing, the everlasting thing; hours, through a figurative glass could never sift. Love notes of the heart, etched within the pages of the soul. An invitation, to let love’s breathless silhouette know. Your heart and soul’s pathway rendered, with the hues of love’s petaled laid bare, silhouetting the sands of time!

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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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