Tag: Inspiration

My Thoughts!

My thoughts, are just that. Some talk out loud, some are about me, some about people and things; the joy it brings. Some thoughts wander, some out into left field, but that’s okay; it’s in fields of dreams. Some thoughts I share, most I keep to myself. They say, sharing is caring, but oversharing, sometimes does more harm than good. If my opinion is asked, I don’t give my thoughts, I share what’s on my heart. Intellect is nothing tangible, without love being the source. An indulgent soul, doesn’t let thoughts express, what the heart needs to convey. Some thoughts say, I’m thinking about you, and some wonder; am I in your thoughts? My thoughts don’t project, tasteless thoughts, my heart rejects. So, they don’t end up on the tip of my tongue, becoming words, sliding recklessly off my lips. It’s not mind over matter, injecting love is what truly matters. In time, hurtful memories fade, some linger on the brain, the ones the heart can’t hide. The ones so real, it makes the heart feel. Some thoughts are romantic, some poetic, some deeply intrinsic. “Years in a silent river, made my heart a deep thinker, my soul a none drinker.” Thoughts will invade, some will elevate, some I anticipate, some escape me; they were never prisoners. Some reminisce the sweet moments, some leave me wondering, some find the heart grieving. Some thoughts provoke, some I invoke, for my heart to contemplate. My thoughts, are just that; these!

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Staying, Close to the Sure!

Profound love, requires the heart to be at a place in life where; the sure never drifts far from your soul. Not where your heart has been, doesn’t necessarily mean over your head. Sync or swim, a heart drowning in love, keeps the soul closer to the sure. Passion, never counts the cost. The soothing breadth of love, what calms the waves within, an emotional see. Slowly and slowly, how a soul, drifts to the heart of indifference. Drifting, problematic only when the heart’s internal compass not yet persuaded, tomorrow brings a new horizon. Coming to the realization, deep places is where breathless love becomes, certain. Without, love’s certainty anchoring the soul, further and further, the heart will drift from the sure. If, love doesn’t become the voice on the wind, careless whispers, permeate the deafening silence. A soul free to love, a heart embodied fully, to love wholeheartedly. A heart can’t become full, if the soul doesn’t feel satisfied. The current love within the heart’s posture, brings the soul from the place the mind has drifted, to where the heart needs to be. No heart wants the perception, deep love is words, but the reassurance true love gives the soul. Love’s presence, builds confidence on the sure, yet calls the heart out into the deep. So, the soul can be deeply anchored, within the depth of love’s breathless ocean!

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Wednesday Proverb; the Breadth!

Love’s profoundest breadth, hovers. Every search of the heart, how the soul discovers the deepest place. Where breathless love becomes, the place where drowning in love, takes the heart deeper. Even though, plight hides in the shadows. When our inner light shines, the breadth of love covers our heart. Giving our soul rest, even in the darkest nights. So many souls, are still waiting to exhale, love’s quintessential essence. That deepens the breadth in your soul, and enlightens the heart to truly know, to what degree the love within has been forever changed. Why, should a heart just wait for the exhale, when the life giving breadth of love, should permeate the depth of the soul. True love, doesn’t draw your breath, it takes it; makes the love divine. Love is made new, not with every breath taken, but when the breadth changes your heart’s perception. Love’s deeper meaning, more than sentiments, beyond self gain. Deep love could never have substance, without the evidence. A soul wide open, leaves the heart exposed. There’s no shame, looking like a fool, extending your heart, but the love not reciprocated. Love is the vision, seen only through the heart’s transparent lens. When the veil is removed, the breadth will transcend; space, time!

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Within the Warmth!

In the dawn, the soul welcomes in the light. The heart, moving within the bliss, the moment, bringing with it a gentleness, the mist. When love’s presence hovers, when the reign falls, the breadth seeps. When passion spills, the moment fills; within depth of soul, love is this. The soul left bare, the heart now aware, the beauty never again missed. How time stands, how the warmth sits, how the breath, waits to exhale. And if, bitterness tries to deceive the soul, love comes wielding its truth, reveals itself to the heart. Deep love, profoundly deeper, than the deepest see. No eyes, could ever fathom what only, the heart was meant to perceive. Within the warmth of love’s embrace, the heartfelt essence is… known!

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Wednesday Proverb; At All Times!

Mediocre acts of kindness, could never be mistaken as real love, if the actions don’t portray wholehearted sincerity. Bold words may stand out, but if a heart is not open to receive. The mind perceives its boldness, but the closed off heart won’t receive, the deeper meaning. Love has a constant, its inner circumference. At its core, its intrinsic nature defines, won’t defy its own reality. If love depends, it will never transcend. At all times, love is! Its foundation, built to withstand, for it stands; the test of time. Love in kind, reciprocates in whole, but profoundly loses its meaning, if in part. Friendship is just, but a relationship must, be thus the quintessence. Every heart, has an open invitation to love invited. But, when the love is just words recited, the essence eludes the soul’s sense of being, pure. At no time, should there be any fear in love. At all times, love should be; nothing missing. A heart stingy with love, a soul, not yet enlightened, to love’s deep holistic remedy. To help heal wounds, in the receiver, as well the giver. Wholeness never becomes, without the journey taking place. Pure love, transparent in its entirety, refreshing in its simplicity. Even if just a measure, let it be a treasure. It’s within you, give it; at all times!

Love if just words, easily recited. Deep love is never taught, if the essence is not first known, then appreciated, becomes meaningless. Love allows its poetic nuances, when truly felt, become more than words!

“A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born in a time of adversity.” Proverbs‬ ‭17‬:‭17‬ ‭

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By design; Labor of Love!

Hard work and dedication is this; if you’re dedicated to work hard, life won’t become harder, than it needs to be. Love requires work, truth requires dedication. If, your heart is willing to love true, despite what you have to face. Surely, your soul will remain faithful to show love, regardless of what you have to go through!

Look at her, she’s a portrait, her love elevates my expression. Her heart a capture, my poetic muse; her worth will never pixilate. Splashes of my hue, could never enhance her inner beauty. It just lets her heart know, the texture of my love, with enough warmth to make the colors of her love vibrant. By design, when my soul inclines, the breadth of her love reclines, rest deeply on my heart. A love story, painted on the depth of my soul. My heart is whole, every heartbeat having a purpose. To tell the tale, but with every contemplation; love becomes a little more… breathtaking. Not because, it’s a beautiful portrait, but because it makes a profound difference, in the heart’s perception… of love!

In love, she was conceived; in life, her worth perceived. By design, her love was received; in death, in our hearts, she’s resting soundly. Love that permeates the soul, makes the heart whole!

In loving memory, WCR c/o Justinea Angelina Richards, Mar 9, 1990 to Mar 2, 2021

Wishing everyone, a wonderful Labour Day long weekend!

Wednesday Proverb; Moved to Action!

How, can someone truly know your heart, if your love doesn’t move… them beyond an expression. A soul comprehends, what transcends; time, space. Love reciprocates, love replicates, love doesn’t manipulate. Love mirrors, sees through the haze, never a faze, real love has a constant reflection. Even if, you’re in the fight of your life, love runs towards with confidence, it can make a difference. True love, won’t just leave an impression, it leaves its proverbial fingerprint, on the heart. To be the soul’s lasting evidence, love moved to action, touches the soul. Love doesn’t repel, doesn’t just react, but acts, for it’s compelled. Deep love if not specific, will never be profound. Love given without action, makes its truth irrelevant, if specificity given in part. Words spoken in love are never questioned, when the receiver knows, it’s coming from the heart. Love conveyed in general terms, leaves too much for interpretation. Love with intentional actions, will never make the heart’s intent, misunderstood. Love makes the heart race, not to become sight or sound, but so every heartbeat can be measured, as being purposeful. Love’s intrinsic nature, nuanced by its natural tendencies. In word, in deed, with truth. From the most beautiful place, deeply love is moved, to action!

“Let us not love with words or speech, but with actions and in truth.” 1 John 3:18

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Her!

Her heart, absolutely stunning, her love breathtaking. In her presence, words are never needed, her inner beauty speaks, profoundly. What’s that, milady; you want my love to come closer? You’ve already stolen my heart, but at last; my soul knew, that wouldn’t be enough. So, I pledged all my love. And now, my heart cries a perpetual river, and every day; it becomes another drowning, in the depth of love’s breathless ocean. My soul needs no interpreter, her love language is evident. In so many ways, her words sway, her love lays gently on my heart, like a beautiful flower. Her love is poetic, within the breadth of every whisper. My soul recites it, my heart narrates it as poetry. Her love, doesn’t portray a romance novel, it captivates you, leaves an impression; written on your heart, a real life love story. A Virtuous woman, noble thy love, worth fighting for. Her heart, doesn’t need a knight in shining armor, to blind her worth. Just a noble soul, reflective of a gallant heart, strengthened by her love. To know the color of her love, to feel the texture within her heart, captured by the portrait within her soul; her Nubian essence. Always, forever, playing an endless love song. And if, life gets in the middle; my heart will fight for this love, fight for us, thus; Her!

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You Shine!

Always thought, my eyes were open, but sometimes in love, the heart doesn’t always see. Profound love doesn’t blind, it enlightens. Even, when the day becomes clouded, my soul feels a little misty. My heart, waits for your love to shine. Standing tall, how my soul gets to see it all, how radiant your presence shines. A billion miles, could never eclipse the warmth in your existence. Knowing, not the same as being, captured by the beauty. My heart is illuminated, love bares my soul. Fear could never cast a shadow, your radiance leaves me with no doubts. Your shine, beyond what my words can articulate. The essence, leaves my heart elated, my soul breathless. My love, could search high and low, and all my heart would find. My love could never shine so bright, without an enlightened perception, love is a reflective light. I wouldn’t have a clue, how to see into the deepest part of my soul, if love didn’t shine on me. What can outshine, the moment a soul is left speechless? Why chase after rainbows, or ponder why the stars shine at night? Love, makes it all evident, love shines in the darkest moments. There’s nuances in the starlight, reflections glisten in the moonlight. I’m so taken, how love’s shine becomes so breathtaking; all because, I got to see, you shine!

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