Within the contours of my why, love’s divine meaning. Within the shape of my heart, the mosaic essence within love’s crimson hue. Within silhouette of my soul’s rhythmic significance, nuances of my love’s expression. Within the curves of my mind’s eye, the texturized reference of my love’s overarching context. Within the form of my being, the melodic nature of love’s perpetual breadth. Within profile of my poetic notion, my love’s deepest eMotion. Within the contoured beauty of love’s existence, the captivating grace of its purity, tracing the artistic character of my heart’s posture; contours of my why!
At home, love’s endearing best resting breathlessly on my chest, its breadth moving within every heartbeat. There’s never any heaviness, sustained within the weightlessness of its benevolence. Comfort of its charm, my soul feeling at home, nestled within the tenderness of its loving arms. Real love doesn’t seduce; but embolden its sincerity to produce the moments, becoming of its fragrant sublime. It’s never easy being vulnerable, knowing love isn’t always comfortable, giving love room for its essence to be forever faithful. Nature of its quintessence at home, strolling through the deepest parts of your soul. The beauty of its presence, lingering throughout the quiet spaces of your heart. Nuances of its divine invading the deep places of your heart’s affirmation. Beauty of its confidence, tugging endlessly on your every heartstring. The profound tapestry of its textured ink, its crimson hue seeping through the crevices of your heartfelt serenity. One’s heart exposed, your soul laid bare across the solace pages of your hopes and dreams. It feels like home, wrapped up submerged within its tranquil essence, within the overwhelming sway of love’s comforting embrace!
Heart, tell me, why the hesitation; are you waiting for the perfect moment? It’s been said, timing is everything, but even if you time it just right, heart, you might miss the moment for love to take a leap of faith, and exhale its deepest breath. Oh heart, once you get it, get into the groove. Not for what love has to prove, but one’s soul knowing how profound the breadth of love moves. Just know, a double-minded heart can find itself tangled up, skipping all the necessary steps needed to conquer fear of the unknown. So many think, the steps to success are about being good, yet not realizing; love for oneself is about knowing you’re enough. Hard work and dedication, passion never counts the cost, while digging deep requires love’s greatest sacrifice. A heart can be taught to bob and weave, but one’s love requires discipline, for its actions to be measured. Don’t just jump in, jump out of love, a heart relying on wit, one’s love never being a witness, to the nature of its steadfast grit. Love’s perseverance thrives knowing its truest strength, hence, of its consequential character. When in doubt, your heart is not organically striving, don’t throw your hands in the air, and wave it like you just don’t care. Dare to be different, a love losing sight of its mission, a heart making the wrong decision; letting a wayward mind dictate what becomes of your heart and soul’s resilience. Life can make it seem mind, body and soul are being swayed in opposite directions. Just remember, one’s faith tethered to love’s enabling breadth, emboldens its rhythmic cohesiveness. A vibrant heart overcomes adversities, not knowing one’s heartbeats per minute, rather how to exercise one’s deeply felt empowerment. Elated assurance of what love afforded, enlightenment of one’s elevated resolve!
This is a revisited post, originally posted on Sep 11, 2019, with a fresh new take, of how it relates to our life’s stories!
*** Double dutch, a jump-rope game played with two long jump ropes, swung in opposite directions so that they cross rhythmically. ***
Love of a sublime gaze, love likened to the vastness of the heavenlies, its weightless gravity, felt within depth of being. Heart and soul, walking in love’s grace and favor, of its empowerment, of its enlightenment, of its endearing awakening. Its tender breadth resting gracefully upon you, one’s heart and soul traversing its beauty therein. If just, no what if’s, with wings and a prayer, the heavenly beckons you to its celestial plane. Love compelling as the wind, soft as an angelic shadow, inspiring like that of the heavenly. Divine love, of hearts marching in the spirit of unity, of communities living in harmony. Of love’s ability to display its serenity, of heart’s demonstrating the strength of its character. Of love’s light, perpetually shining, so deeply moving, breathlessly changing you; inside out. Of hearts built from the ground up, love’s spirited foundation, by design. It’s a glorious wonder, how love’s propensity eclipses mere feeling, so profound it feels heavenly. Love’s heartfelt remedy, of its breathtaking jubilee, heaven on earth!
Of its natural beauty, flowery essence of its vibrant charm, deep healing of love’s fragrant balm. Of rosy cheeks red, colorful calm of violet’s blue. Of love’s nature, its ambiance capturing the nuances of its eclectic hue, of few hearts able to resist its picturesque impression. Heart’s crowned with its endearing brilliance, the textured reign of heaven’s due. Captivating radiance of its enchanted allure, never to be eclipsed of words’ ten thousandth reason. Of love’s perpetual aura flourishing deeply, enriched by the serenity found within its ten billionth season. Of its unchained melody, the angelic chorus tells of its symphonic breadth, swaying whispers within the wind. Its rapturous vibes, beautifying one’s heart and soul, with its awe and wonder. There’s not enough paint in the world to texturize the magnitude of love’s splendor. Discovered within the mosaic of its beautiful landscape, the warmth of its decorative presence blossoming so divinely!
*** These, a collection of floral landscapes I’ve taken pictures of over the past couple of months. The original photo, and a texturized version through the lens of my heart’s decorative interpretation! Hopefully you enjoyed them!
Another level, one’s soul catching its second wind, to finish strong, soaring higher on the wings of love. A change of lifestyle, requires an alteration of one’s mindset, pursuant of a heart’s lifetime of devotion. Activity, not just indicative of the heart’s momentous pursuits, but what therein remains of love’s actionable breadth, its heartfelt muse being your soul’s poetic notion in motion. While waiting, for one’s dreams to release its inevitable breakthrough, one’s hopes remaining optimistically engaged, until its physicality revealed. One’s hopes being proactive, til the manifestation of it bares fruit. Mind, body, and soul involved in the creative process, one’s heartbeat remaining diligently strong. Circumstances are indifferent, it won’t take into count feelings, but will surely yield to your resolve its recompense. Differences are realized, one’s passion remaining vigorous while yet waiting, situations to offer you its compassion. A spirited soul encouraging its heart’s vital sense of intentionality, motivation’s triumph progressing intuitively, moved by one’s resilience indubitably!
It seems I keep finding myself here, in this place time after time. I don’t hear a clock ticking, just the innate breadth of my heart beating. I just can’t seem to help, being positioned in this way, my heart navigating the deepest matters of love’s sway. Substantive faith, not of blind trust, of love’s endless must, of a heart magnetizable. Courage will perceive, allowing an encouraged heart to proceed, find a way for its love to be forever true. My soul, never entertains tomorrow’s myth; that when I lay my heart down, tomorrow will be the dawn that awakens my soul, but it never shows up. All I’ve ever found, tomorrow perpetually waits within the horizon. My heart realizing, today’s my only tangible constant; love being my intuitive INS, (internal navigational spirit). Lost within love’s embrace, how my heart knows my INS can only steer, could never compel my soul’s heartfelt poetry beyond eMotion. With every encounter of love, the beauty of its allure, pieces of its memoir left etched upon my soul. My heart knowing, life is but a breath, of my soul its acoustic instrument of love, a composition of its rhythmic melody. My love doesn’t wander, it maneuvers life’s breathless wonder. Love, doesn’t allow my heart to stray, my soul’s innermost compass whatever may. For time and time again, my soul continually finds my heart here, gazing through the lens of love’s abstract hourglass. Teaching me how to look within, to see if love’s strength and resilience, still encompasses the depth of my soul? Here I am again, love bringing my heart’s INS to this place, unapologetically exposed!
To provide hope, to be of service, of a loving heart’s desire. Substantive love, tangible of its manifestation, faithful of its dissemination. It doesn’t take bravery to love, it takes courage to fight the urge, to abandon love’s core principles, if sincerely of your heart. Choosing to stay in love, regardless of whatever tries to sway. Not of the way words take its boldest chance, but one’s heart being resolute in an emboldened stance. Boldness compels the heart, but faithfulness propels the will. Till then, it’s not of the heart, of a passing thought. It doesn’t take knowledge to stand up against fear of commitment; it takes an acknowledgment thereof. Conquering fear isn’t about putting up resistance, but one’s heart not building up barriers. Sometimes, trying to shield ourselves from grief, unintentionally our heart loses sight of an indifferent thief, looking to rob of love’s heartfelt belief. Strength of character, the cornerstone of choosing to be of love forever. Not as an act of valor, a fact of love’s actionable veracity. So many say their love is fearless, but when the struggle gets too real. Careless love becomes words misplaced, seeming of a so heartless. Compassion’s truth, of passion’s proof. Love of an elaborate rouge, could never truly be of the heart!
Freedom a path, winding but designed so one’s heart to earnestly follow. Freedom a place, where feet can’t journey, only the composition of one’s soul, has the fortitude to traverse the breadth of its rugged plain. Freedom a word, but even if deeply held, belief in it can still spell disaster, its framework not being the right context. Freedom a song; many hearts learn the chorus, but yet, its rhythm makes so many loose sight of its most crucial verse; I AM. Genuine freedom, won’t concede to know just its liberty, but demand to have its total liberation: mind, body, soul. We all have the freedom to act, that’s just a fact. The question is this, does your heart and soul’s verbiage, proclaim it has the power to choose: self-governance, or subjugated chains of bondage. Every heart, endowed with the proverbial wings of an eagle, only for them to be clipped, chasing meaningless things. Profound freedom could never come to fruition, until indwelling becomes the essence of love’s heartfelt expression. Freedom’s verb, its independence predicated not just on its existence, but our innermost clinging to its true dependence. Love’s origin story, leaving a deep imprint on the pages of our heart and soul, to resonate until the end of time!
*** Kindness, actions with unwavering compassion. ***
*** Faithfulness, love with true vigor. ***
*** Forgiveness, resolute in being, able to release what deeply binds. ***
Falling a step behind, still one’s soul traversing time, every heartbeat resilient to its rhyme, every breath in sync with the rhythm of its chime. One’s heart, racing to understand the depth of love’s sublime. Of moments being so kind, not be in haste until it finds, the reason for your heart’s desire, time after time. Waiting for the moment, for your soul to exhale, your heart resting against love’s breadth, breathless within the goodness of its tender embrace!
A Love Story! 
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