Tag: Life

Confetti’s Hue!

If, rose petals laid bare, scented with love’s sweet crimson hue, be likened to colorful butterflies, fluttering one’s heart like confetti, moving to the innermost? Would it feel like pops of color, organic strips of joy’s allure, painting a portrait of love, enhanced by the breadth of its charm? What if, brightly colored bits of love, pierced through the veil of indifference, would its perception be changed? Love’s celebratory triumph, in its wondrous expression, breathless streams of its hues. Its festive nature, shedding the narrative, love on its own could never shift, the state one’s point of view? ish like tones, never indicative of love’s intrinsic characteristics. When life falls apart, broken moments don’t define, what its nuances empower, worth that can’t be denied. Bottled up feelings, releasing bursts of emotion, but with love in the air. Become moments in life, enriched by love’s innate ability, the aspects of its fertility. Droplets of its essence, its beautiful hue cascading, like confetti!

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Wednesday Proverb; Peace Be!

Peace will be, a soul hoping for it, so shall it be. Peace be given, a heart seeking for it, that shall it find. Peace becoming one’s innermost, daily knocking at the door of the heart, its nuance received in kind; imparted peace of mind. Hindsight in its twenty, twenty, the enlightenment of its lifeblood, the sustenance in its assurance. Times of peace, moments emboldened by love’s outspoken soliloquy, resonating within nature of its intrinsic calm. Not allowing careless whispers, make one’s soul become a callused heart. Love’s enduring peace, doesn’t intervene with intent to overwhelm; interject to display its beauty. Its serene hush, its endearing might, found within its gentle embrace. Finding its stillness, knowing its serenity. For when, tears flow in quiet streams, but in the heart’s peaceful sure. The sands of time, slip the soul into its rest, anchored within love’s tranquil river. In its quietness, a change in one’s perspective, in one’s perception; peace in one’s heart, in one’s life. So, with its subtle sway, quintessential becomes its breadth; the realization of inner peace. How, does peace become, will forever be? To let it be, be still to know its, quintessence!

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By Design; Wings of A Feather!

Metamorphosed Bloom

The breadth of life, metamorphosed stages, lived one day at a time. A heart blossoming like a beautiful flower, a soul chasing butterflies, to know a lifetime of freedom, basking in love’s unapologetic hue!

Rise Above it All

Wings of a feather, never lets its heart rely on whether, to forecast its true potential. Cast your burdens, conquer your mountains, and see how your wings will flourish. When, your soul knows how to rise above it all, your heart will shine its reason, thrive in every season!

Eagles Wings

Soar, let your soul take flight like an eagle. Set the height, then let your heart set its sights. Fix your gaze, not on the haze, but your glorious ascension; to new heights, to infinity and beyond. A heart, will never get to the place where its to be in life, until the soul knows its place, in love’s higher calling!

* By design, a collaboration of my daughter’s spirit, and my heart. A legacy in the making, love’s breadth by design! Hope you all enjoy my latest designs, blessings!

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Love’s Revelation!

Love in its revelation, revolutionary in its simplicity. Life, in order to be, live it wholeheartedly, breathe it in perspectively. Some things we fumble, some days we stumble, sometimes we grumble. But, being open to love’s revelation, reveals that every season, has its reason. The coldness in hearts teaches, to let the warmth of love, melt. Hot tempered moments, come in heated waves, but a cool breath of fresh air, refreshes the status quo. In everything, knowing present troubles won’t last, produces for us its glory, knowing how to rise from the ashes. Doubts vastly weighed, hope intentionally empowered, to be faith mightily framed; this too shall pass. When, we don’t look at what’s seen; rather, fix our heart’s gaze on what can’t be seen. Will allow things seen in the here and now, give way to what eyes could never fathom, what the unseen revelation becomes. Hope in action, gives faith its prime directive. Endow the empowerment, provide the enlightenment. The newness of love’s living translation, not found in its interpretation; but perceived in its simplistic breadth, the totality of its revelation!

“For our present troubles are small and won’t last very long. Yet they produce for us a glory that vastly outweighs them and will last forever! So we don’t look at the troubles we can see now; rather, we fix our gaze on things that cannot be seen. For the things we see now will soon be gone, but the things we cannot see will last forever. ” 2 Corinthians 4:17-18 New Living Translation

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The Difference between, Complete and Finished!

No English dictionary, has ever been able to adequately explain to my heart, the difference between a complete woman, and a man not finished loving her. When you meet a woman’s heart, it’s not about love at first sight, but how to treat her right. Holding her love tight, close with all your might. Her beauty, oh, it would behoove you, men. To never become complacent, with woo, woo, woo, who she is inside, her quintessence. Smart, loving, funny; her sweetness is honey. Sweet lady, won’t you be my, love of a lifetime. I’ve searched the depth of my soul, the search is over. You are, my completeness, I’ve found my here and now, my endless love. Your charm captures, in your arms love raptures. Will your love arrest me, if words confessed, plans to steal your heart, again and again. A thousand years, but another day of the soul searching the heart, for its buried treasure. The love, that still persuades of its completeness, of its breathless phenomenon. And even though, the heart’s flaws are prevalent, love inside still evident, its relevancy of completion; Complete, but never Finished. Love is, its action does. The heart knowing always, forever, love is not abstract, but conceptually present. To adequately explain the difference, between a complete woman, and being the man that will never be finished, loving her!

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Cultivated Love!

Deep from within its tapestry, cultivated love thrives. Nurtured to be, never needing a proverbial season, to be its enriched reason. Deep love, not persuaded by culture’s passion, but swayed by heartfelt compassion, rooted deeply in the heart’s devotion, rejuvenating the soul’s breadth. Its benevolence invigorated, by love’s stated mission, know no bounds. In words spoken, more than sentiments, that doesn’t bend to, winded meaningless sway. But what lends to, what’s tended to, what flourishes when fertilized. The enlightenment of love’s wholesome eminence, preparing heart and soul, for every meaningful encounter. Love planting good seeds, the heart cultivating substantive growth. So the soul’s quintessence, can enjoy the beauty therein, the essence of love’s fullness!

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Flowery Heart!

Love blooming naturally, reveals the sole purpose of its design. Become a beautiful display, its intrinsic nature. Sun flowered hue, pollinated by love’s ornate breadth. The purity of its quintessence, the essence of its meaning; its truth told, its stories to behold. Of scented lily in valleys, whistling willows in meadows, telling the secrets of love’s never ending journey. The whispering sounds of daisies, lullabies of flowered tulips, hummingbirds singing life’s chorus. Of love’s breathless allure, its gentle beauty never overstated. Evidence of its presence, the splendor of its existence. Love’s flowery tone, its blissful persona, that leaves you with its imagination. Moving you with its quiet contemplation, benevolence of love’s wonder. Its actions planted with tenderness, moments of growth, becoming acts of kindness. Love, blossoming effortlessly, showing of its true colors, the fragrance of its might. A soul in a place, where words don’t have to be spoken, for love to be heartfelt. A flowery heart, full of the love’s textured, gives of itself, its inherent fullness!

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The Wind chimes!

Hope and faith, set in motion reverberates in love, lived simple, life’s inherent symbol. When breeze blows, strikes a cord, wind becomes instrumental. As air moves about, unforeseen element, provoke statue qou, the wind chimes in, making its presence known. Air suspended, nudged by hands of time, echoes within the wind. The soothing sound of freedom, tales of how the wind chimes. Gusts of air, brushing up against what is, the wind, serenading with its lyrical expression. When spring blooms, when summer’s hue exhales the warmth of its days, wind chimes its muse. Air, conditioned to be, drifts directional with its charm, breathtaking but does no harm. Knowing, the breath of its gentle allure, knowing the subtle thrust within love’s forevermore. Oxygen, precipitates movement of the wind, the soul reciprocates air, love compelling the breadth, and therefore the heart… chimes!

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Oxygen!

Air, in its presence we live, with its breadth we exhale. The power of its might, the synergy of its existence. When, does the soul truly begin to breathe? Is it the moment, life gives of its breath, or the moment love’s oxygen, finds its way to your heart, leaving you breathless? Desperation to find, never a soul desperate to know; how love, becomes the air you breathe. Love within the air, though seemingly colorless to the senses, a captivating scent to the soul, stimulating the heart’s intellect. Fear free, a heart embracing the hues of love’s carefree allure. A soul blossoming, shedding petals of love, likened to that of a crimson rose. Love laid bare, a heart set free, to frolic like a feather within the wind. Chasing butterflies, on the wings of love’s majestic splendor. Free falling, the heart anticipating the moment, the soul will be raptured by the essence, within love’s divine beauty. Love’s oxygenating power, fuels the heart’s desires, enriches the soul’s resolve. A heart and soul, breathing in life’s fullness, knows the source of its empowerment. The oxygenated breadth, of love’s breathtaking provision!

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We Are!

Stronger, we are, stronger than we truly know. Fearless, we are, braver than we believe we can be. Powerful, we are, powerful when we don’t let fear steal our destiny. Overcomer, we are, fearless when we resist the urge to surrender our power. Fierce, we are, to let our heart roar like a lion, our passion rise from the ashes like an eagle. Mightier, we are, mightier than what tries to conquer our resolve. Resilient, we are, one’s resilience is not measurable, only measured by the determination in one’s heart. Vulnerable, we are, vulnerable when we allow negativity to stifle growth. We are, what we allow to shape our heart, its created purpose!

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