Tag: Inspiration

Wednesday Proverb; the Consistency!

In love, for the nuances to become substantive, the consistencies must be these, true, truth, truly. Nothing missing, nothing broken, into half truths. In its consistency, love’s true breadth is known. Within the depth that it holds, how the truth of its essence is revealed. Truly, how its existence is felt, applied. Even, erratic living needs the consistent mixture of mind, body, and soul to be the bases of a life well lived, with a wholesome purpose. Deepened by the proverbial texture, strengthened by a heart’s metaphorical wholeness. Love’s consistency, heightened by its uniformity, enhanced by the soul’s fluidity. Becoming more than a passing glance, a rhetorical gesture. Consistent love, purifies the heart’s irregularities, regulates the mind’s inconsistencies. The equilibrium needed, to make the constancy more meaningful. Love’s truth, meaningless if by conformity, true, if defined by inherent essence; truly, if unapologetic in its intention, becomes its purest expression. Love’s authenticity, love’s substance, love’s quintessence, its application; the consistency!

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Holding Your Love!

Does anyone feel it, is there a mist in the air, or is it just my heart, creating this misty feeling? Would my soul be absolutely helpless, like a feather caught in the wind, if your love ever let go of my heart? Would my soul endlessly chase butterflies, knowing with every touch of your love, the wings of my soul take flight? How’s the love in my heart, is it warm, is it tender; whenever you look at me? Is it music I hear, or the sound of your presence, making my heart sing? Another moment, when my soul can’t help get misty, holding your love. There’s a breathless mist, cascading gently down my soul. My heart just can’t seem to evade it, the mist of water falling, escaping sweetly from my eyes. How sweet it is, to know the profoundness of love’s embrace. Heart to heart, walking the path of forevermore, time but a distraction. My heart’s gaze, knowing at any moment, my soul would forever be raptured. It doesn’t feel, like my soul’s clinging to something, but grasping the gravity, my heart held in your love. Anyone, getting within a mile of my soul, must definitely feel there’s something in the air? Indeed, this moment is about the reign, the moistness dripping from my soul, and how it’s making my heart misty, keeping your love… close!

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Other Side of The Glass!

On the other side of the glass, do you see lots of baggage. Heart and soul, packed for its life long journey. A mission to find enough confidence, that will never again be taken… for granted. On the other side of the glass, do you ponder a list of past mistakes, or see a list of lessons learned, what not to do? On the other side of the glass, do you see a reflection of someone struggling to stand, or someone on their knees searching, for the courage to rise up every day, from the ashes? On the other side of the glass, do you see someone in pieces over shattered dreams, or someone trying their best to collect themselves, use broken pieces to rebuild their hopes? Just know, on the other side of every perception, a reflective glass. Reflecting the things, we all try so desperately to conceal, with a little blush, and the make-up. The pretty words used, to tell our tale. The real you, textured glass. Reflective interpretations, veneered glass. Transparent facades, not meant to mask the heart, but reveal its humanity!

Mirror, mirror; through the glassed lens, show me one heart that doesn’t have their baggage, one soul that hasn’t made its own list of mistakes? How about someone, that hasn’t struggled knowing their worth, or at some point felt a bit broken? Every mirror’s reflection, perfect as it may seem today, could become sudden brokenness. A mirror reflects you, what’s allowed to be seen. Glass reveals what’s a fragile situation, a heart handled with care, not easily broken. Casting stones, will break glass, easily replaced. But, the heart worn on the sleeve, when impaled by reckless acts, leaves visible scars. Glasses expose, what a mirror can’t hide, brokenness the heart reveals!

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Wednesday Proverb; Believe!

Believing you can soar, not relying on just wings, but trusting in the faith. Believing, doesn’t look to be convinced, looks within itself to be persuaded, by the indwelling confidence. The meaning of true love, found within the evidence of its intrinsic breadth. Leaning on its everlasting arms, letting the embrace take your soul to its highest plain. It first starts inside, within the belief you can. Heart and soul with a plan, wings with an elevated span, takes your beliefs to it. The place where the soul knows, if the heart believes it, your hopes will do it, soar higher. Metaphorically, beliefs reaching the proverbial sky. No limitations, there’s absolutely nothing to it. Spreading your wings the soul sees, how far dreams take the heart. A soul on the verge, doesn’t wait on settled nerves, but the heart’s inkling, the mind’s epiphany; the manifestation. Believing, happens not by chance, but the intentional choice. Thinking it likely, predicated on the heart knowing, it’s inevitability. I know, believing sometimes seems so attainable, but yet at times so far. When, weakness tries to get the best of you? Meekness will, find a way. Belief won’t change, if hope doesn’t get distracted, when faith doesn’t get discouraged. The soul, needs love to breathe, the spirit wings to soar. The question is, does your heart, believe?

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Falling…

Captivated by the beauty, capsized into its depth, drowning within its ocean. Falling, takes your breath. Feeling, a conqueror of mountains, tethered to its strength, hanging on to the breadth, anchored by its freedom. Falling, the soul living in its breathless place. A soul lost within its significance, a heart found held deep in its embrace. Leaning in to be closer, the heart taken captive, arrested by the endless gaze, its beauty rediscovering. Falling, gives explanation of itself, overwhelming resistance. Standing in its wonder, the heart speechless by its awe. The more it ask, the more deeply given. Satisfying its wants, giving in to its needs. Falling, the heart giving of its soul, every breath worth it. A million songs, couldn’t sing of its deepness. A billion words, would never speak to its profoundness. All the stars in its twilight, could never enlighten its existence. Every enchanted sunset, every breathtaking dawn, another moment to live, be a part of its divine benevolence. Love, the Falling in!

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By Design; Within the!

Within the stillness, breadth is captured, depth is known. Within the stillness, life flashes, reflections lend itself. Light exposure, what exposes the heart, enhances the soul, illuminating their intrinsic essence. The love within a heart is seen, light emanating through the aperture of one’s soul. An open heart, allows light to become a sensitive balance, offsetting any negative impression. The imagery of one’s soul, a portrait of one’s heart. Moments, capturing a heart’s posture. How the heart adapts, if words are suitable, the love relatable. Vividly explicit points in time, the lens in which one’s nature is perceived. Within the stillness, if love’s existence is evident, the lens bares the soul!

Within the new, within the wake, the heart breathes a silent prayer. Hoping, night will again give way, to what becomes of the dawn. Heart and soul, having no regrets, feeling no guilt, having no shame; needing love as your everything. Within the hourglass, through the sands of time. Moments reveal the heart, if love’s higher calling, bares your soul. Within the newness of every breath, a soul catching its second wind; can’t help but shine. With every renewed perspective, there’s a sight beyond what’s seen. New found hope, gives rise to a profound change of heart, in soul. Every breath taken in life, needs the breadth of love’s tapestry. To be a heart not restrained by what was, but the soul tethered to what is. Within the new, lies the reality of the moment!

*By design, a collaboration in loving memory of my daughter’s spirit, and my heart! Through my heart, her love will be realized!

WCR c/o Justinea Angelina Richards; March 9, 1990 to March 2, 2021.

Seeing Love’s Beauty, for the First Time!

The breadth of love, doesn’t matter the season, it dances like the wind. Taking your breath, moving within the depth of your soul. Don’t think, it’s the smile that makes known the breadth. It’s the heart, empowering a smiles resilience, to be a monumental display. Seen again, for the very first time. Like a feather, being swept away by the breadth. A heart chases butterflies, until the soul can grasp, love’s intrinsic allure. Gentle breeze whispers its song, its perfect melody, its harmonious chorus. To its captivating audience, heart and soul. Seeds of love planted deep, grows watered faithfully, attended to wholeheartedly. Seen flourishing again and again, for the first time. Underestimating love’s true beauty, like an artist not knowing; it’s the paint’s beautiful colors, what gives a canvas its artistic expression. Every subtle touch, the mind is blown. Its will succumb, to the heart’s inherent power, to sway a resistant mind, time after time. The heart taking in the breadth, a soul knowing there’s no greater breath to take, than what love provides. The breadth, a part of, in each, the best of everything; held dear, with care. The heart and soul, seeing the nuances, again for the first time. To catch a glimpse, to behold its essence, comprehend its existence. Seeing love’s beauty, with the eyes of the heart. Taking in the breadth, again and again, like it’s the very first time!

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A Reflection; 2023

What Does Love Look Like?

What does love look like? Does it stand tall, is it head and shoulders? Does love walk gracefully, does love wait faithfully? What does love look like? Does it display a warm texture, felt like an endearing fabric, move like a beautiful tapestry? Is it hidden behind a painted smile, does it see color blind? Tell it to your heart, whisper it resoundingly from your soul, and no one will ever question; what your love looks like! what-does-love-look-like link.

Love’s Deepest Meaning!

Profound love, searches the deep places of the soul. A heart, stepping off the uncertain sure, sees into the depth of love’s ocean. True love, not meant to be lived in the shallow. The moment the heart begins to drown, the moment the soul begins fathom, the deepest meaning of love! loves-deepest-meaning link.

This!

This heart, moves by the rhythm of my soul. My soul, breathes between the depth of this heart. These eyes, have seen the nuances within love’s intrinsic beauty. This pen, bleeds profusely from this heart, inked love becoming the verses etched deep in the pages of my soul. Time creeps, breadth seeps, the soul needs, but love keeps; this, my heart! this link.

Treasured Love

Moments to treasure, a soul knowing the true pleasure, the breadth within love’s intrinsic nature. The heart sailing, sure of every tomorrow. The soul anchored, helps the heart find again and again; treasured love! treasured-love link.

This is a look back at a few of my 2023 post, an excerpt of four post, with a fresh updated take. Happy new year to everyone, may 2024 find your heart in a wonderful place!

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Prince of Peace!

Manger, designed and built by hand, by Corine Richards (Wifey)

Peace, love’s light shining its eternal glow. Christmas would be lonely, if the greatest gift wasn’t, love and peace. Tangible love, the heart can display, peace the soul can take hold. Christmas, could never be merry, without the sweet fragrance of love in the air. How, could a heart lift up its anthem, a soul be at ease, not at rest in love’s tranquil embrace. Knowing, not the same as being. Tranquility, could never become a state, without there being moments, for peace to eclipse time and space. Heartfelt moments, resonates its endearing sound. When nothing else is felt, but the breadth escaping from within. Love, what keeps the peace, when eyes are blinded, by what the heart perceives. In silent hope, in silence’s awe, in breathless anticipation; souls with wonder greet, the prince of peace. In earth’s shadow, in hope’s marvel, the light of peace, outshines night’s reign. In humble form, the breadth of peace’s heavenly silhouette, hovering in the quietness, our wants and needs. Peacefulness becomes, not because the heart is silent, but because, the soul is no longer restless. Within love’s eager haste, in the hush of stilled moments, hopes and dreams slipping into, love’s endless serenity. Even, when moments can’t find its solitude, isolating your heart from love, doesn’t allow a longing soul, the peace love gives. In restless souls, in anxious hearts, love births the most joyous moments. Love is, the Prince that comes in the most beautiful moment. Wrapped in soft clothes of peace, swaddled in its gentleness; giving what’s desperately needed, hope!

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