Tag: Life

The Need!

I don’t want, there will never be a want; deep within my Need. I don’t desire, desiring will never do; Needing, makes wanting more profound. I don’t care for, I’m not looking to be indulged; the thirst won’t ever be quenched, the Need will forever be. I’m not fixated on, what contemplation complicates; Need to know, involves my heart and soul. I’m not interested in, won’t be distracted by, meaningless things; having the Need, having everything, just ask my heart. I’m not going to, never going to abandon, my one thing; the Need I have. I’m not hoping for something, won’t be content with anything; specific or else, what’s the Need? I’m not trying to, making it seem life or death; just my breath, Needs it to breathe. How, could my soul be enamored with, if my heart weren’t impressed by; the Need felt within my bones? I Need to push past, fear is not an option, my heart exposed irrelevant; Needing, outweighs being vulnerable. Needy, being knee deep, still Needing to go deeper. So, wants never become blind love, but a heart wide open, getting its Needs… met. Half way in, still half the way out… the door. I’m not infatuated, I’m in love; to make my heart and soul breathless. The Need, chasing after my soul, but my mind’s not having it; it’s my heart that’s racing, being mindful of the chase. In my heart of heart, there’s the pressing Need; love’s Need becoming known, the breadth within it seen!

There’s an old time saying; “want it, want it, can’t get it; get it, get it, don’t want it.”

In essence, it means; be careful what you wish for. Sometimes, what you want, you can’t get, but then when you get it, you realize you don’t really want it. So, may the want, become everything you need. The breath-taking things, what your heart and soul truly needs. The things that matter, that won’t let you settle for rather. May, love be the Need, the breath within you known, the breadth within it seen!

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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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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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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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Your Love, Feels Like Home!

Resting, here in your love, my heart knows, this is where I belong; it feels like home. The peace I know, the comfort I have, the love that covers my soul. In this moment, my heart never wants to miss, the whispers of your love. In your presence, my soul is exposed, into me you see. My love divulges, what my heart can’t hide. It doesn’t matter, how cold the world gets, within my heart and soul; the love is crackling, the fire burning, the flame still blazing. The warmth of your love, the passion that warms my heart, overwhelms my soul. Deep in love, my heart up against your love. My soul can’t escape the feeling, this feels at home. I’m not worried, how dark the nights, within the light of heaven. Love illuminates my worth, enlightens the path, the way to your heart. Like a welcoming smile, your love lights up my heart. Your love, puts my heart at ease, makes every heartstring, strum the sweetest lullaby, my soul hums a love song. Feeling, the breadth of your love on my soul. My heart, slips deeper into your love’s embrace. Whenever, my soul needs a place to rest, your love is there, with heart open wide. You see my flaws, but still take me by the heart, invite me into your love. Heart to heart, accepted as I am, feels like home. My heart doesn’t need to play games, looking deep into your love, tells me I don’t have to pretend, to always be in control. I don’t need a cup of hot delight, to sweeten my every emotion. You loving me, just knowing you’re near. Makes every moment within your love, feel like home!

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Complementary Love!

It gets me every time, my heart not being able to resist, the urge to give of myself, share interrelated love. I keep lots, within the depth of my soul. Prepared for the inevitable moment, someone comes to ask of me. Hello, friend, can you spare my heart a little love? I don’t need much, just enough to feed my soul. Indeed, my heart waits earnestly, for the opportunity to give some away; complementary love. No one has to ask twice, or beg on bended knees. My humanity says, you had me at hello. With every little change, with every encounter, the change in me is profound. The little love I give, with every seed I sow; it’s an investment, mutually compounded. Your heart, will intuitively compliment my love, enhance the quality therein. In every season, love the reason, harmonious nature is strengthened. Breathing in the same care, the ambiance releasing its significance, love’s reign. Reciprocal love, won’t cast doubts, will never castigate another heart, with unsupportive meaning. Love, draped within the colors of its true essence, compliments heart, and soul. Complimentary love, doesn’t need to be wrapped up in a pretty bow, just gifted intentionally. It’s not embraced with words, when actions presented itself. In its benevolence, it’s the endearing gift, never meant to be kept, but regifted over and over. Love, the gift of its meaning, shimmers endless, within the breadth of its divine brilliance!

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