Tag: love

The Canvas, the Clay; the Artistry!

Love is the potter, constantly at work molding the heart, crafting ways to let the love become, more than just a display. Drips of water, the breadth of love, passion with every ounce of being, failure never counts the cost. With every touch, with every press into depth of soul. A heart of clay, becomes inherently beautiful; love’s heartfelt artistry!

Love is the artist, never done with its perfection. Even, in our imperfect perfection, as long as we allow love’s brush, to remain pressed against the canvas of our heart, in beautiful colors our soul will be painted. In love’s divine artistry, crimson hue creates its artistic expression. Portraits of the heart and soul, portraying love’s intrinsic beauty!

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Wednesday Proverb; Still!

Be Still, when the oceans rise, and thunders roar, love, helps our soul soar above the storm. When life leaves you feeling empty, when you don’t feel enough. Love, helps our heart to be still, and know; warmth is in its embrace. To hide us under its wings, hold us within its mighty arms. Its prudence, yields us confidence, our soul will find rest, our heart know its power. In quietness, in its trust, chaos gives way, the unknown has no sway, fear kept at bay. To let our heart perceive its purpose, our soul finding the proverbial strength to be, still. In every season, love becomes the reason, love’s nuances become undeniable; the texture per se, be unchanged. In its transcendence, it lingers, touches, but with more than fingers. In the stillness, love’s beauty resounds, within quiet breaths reside. Still light reflects, majestic hues projects, benevolent love protects. Unwanted fear stilled, as love’s divine presence fills. True love, not about thrills, and never lets the heart pay the bill, a soul resting in love’s tranquility. There could never be any miss, living deep in this, love’s wondrous bliss. The breadth of love, grazing the heart gently, gazing into the soul deeply. Even in the silence, love is never silent. In the peaceful hush, the soul learns again how to breathe, the heart desiring to be… Still!

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Her Intrinsic Glow!

Is it in the radiance, perhaps my heart sees it in the reflection? Every day, the dawn examines my soul, before the pure light awakens my heart. A light like this, doesn’t blind my perception, it enlightens my perspective. Is it how spectacularly the light shines, how lyrically it sways my soul, making it feel like an in tune symphony? When, love plays your heart and soul like a cello, hello; is it me you’re looking for? When love composes your thoughts, it invade your words, and though it takes your breath, the heart is never left speechless. Love’s inherent muse, contemplation and expressions infused. Is it in its simplicity, does the heart breathe, and the soul believe, forever will be?Is it because with every glance, the soulful prance, becomes a heartfelt stance. Is it love’s colorful nuances, dripping from my heart, painting my soul into a poetic silhouette of love? To the heavens my young heart did plea, a breathless hue my soul would glee, the endless love inside of me. Like water cascading over rocks, is that what makes deep love so soothing? Is it how two souls harmonize, or how two hearts beat as one, that makes love exhale in unison? Is it in love’s providence, the heart realizes the redefining glow, changing an angelic persona into, Grace. When there’s an angel sent to be, your divine forever. Years, could never eclipse the beauty that is, her intrinsic glow!

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Life’s Call!

When life calls, the heart is compelled to answer. Some try to ignore, but life will persist, no one can forever resist. When life say’s jump, the question is not how high, but how the momentum propel the beats within your heart? Will it be beats per second, or a mind racing, trying to keep up with the jones? When life calls, there’s no option to let it go to voicemail. A heart, doesn’t have to be soft spoken, to be heard. Yelling at the top of your voice, maybe compelling, but also telling; is it well, with your soul? Everyone, has a call on their life, to love wholeheartedly. When life calls, a heart has to be first willing to get up, then willing to step up, enabling love to consistently show up. When life calls for action, what’s your reaction? Is the inclination your wants, or someone else’s desperate cry, for a heartfelt response? Every day, life calls on you to be, to become, to give. Kindness, compassion, love, life’s most precious commodities; we all have it. When life calls, don’t look around, look within. It’s never the wrong number, should never be an inconvenient moment. Every heart, will get the call to act, that’s a fact. In every moment, in every season, with every breath; life demands of you, live it well, one day at a time. The question is, when life bellows, will your heart and soul say hello; I am able!

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Sometimes’ not Always!

Sometimes, we doubt ourselves, think that we’re not enough, but, when we don’t question our resilience. Always, our resolve will let us know, sufficient strength makes it enough. Sometimes, we believe our heart won’t reach new heights, but, even with broken wings, the soul can still soar. Sometimes, we find our heart in an unknown place, the soul in a vulnerable state. Searching the heart, surely you will find, it’s the place your soul needed to be, so your heart can become. Sometimes, when we look in the mirror, we don’t recognize the person inside. But, when we realize it’s the reflection, that Always allow the opportunity to change your perspective, not someone else’s perception. Sometimes, we’re a bit unsure, a little insecure. So, we mask our feelings, take captive our thoughts. Let our heart walk a lonely path, through valleys with shadows, of the past. But, being sure of your purpose, takes your heart to the most secure place. Where your soul becomes tethered, to love not fear. Sometimes, it seems we’re losing our humanity, but, even when it seems all hope is lost. Love, is Always there in the midst, waiting to build back our faith. Sometimes, circumstances take your breath, but seasons change. Like how autumn’s hue, gives the soul a colorful reason to again discover, life’s breathtaking moments. Sometimes, life feels like a merry go round, other times, you feel like the conqueror of mountains. Every day, rise up and be unafraid to live your best life, again and again. Sometimes, we think our flaws could never make us beautiful, so we cover them up, thinking you’re the only heart with blemishes. But, when we know how to see inner beauty, we see flawed Sometimes, can’t define what the lens of love makes perfect. The imperfections within the heart and soul, love makes our flaws yet not be, Always!

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Two-Factor Authentication; Poetry’s Escape!

The Release!

Listen, poetry has a sound, some lyrical, some so magical; it enchants mind, heart, soul. Poetry has a voice, has a message, has meaning, it has sway. Don’t say no way, I’ve heard it with my own heart, it would never play my soul. Behold, it’s at the door, rat-tat-tat, at the threshold becomes your heartbeat, lup-dup. At the tip of your soul, it becomes bold, to let words take hold, with stories to be told. Listen intently, poetry speaks, to let the soul breathe. Every profound release, provokes emotion, invokes devotion, evokes revelation. Don’t suppress it, don’t second guess it, let it be… free. Love’s eclectic vibe, let it ooze, let it choose, you as its poetic muse. Open the heart, unshackle the soul, penned words released, facilitates poetry’s escape!

Love’s Fount!

There’s an endless fount, the water so refreshing, overflow spills. The nuance stills, the love fills, my peace the overwhelming chills. My bones come alive, sounds of music thrills. Words never at a loss, like an inked quill, fount within my soul cascades. Breathless, speechless, my heart pours within the reign. In the depth of my soul, the silent river runs deep, deeper than words could show. The stillness grows, my heart utters no peep. Deep in love my soul sleep, in sweet dreams my hopes keep. Every day, breathtaking another dawn, the fount welling up within me. Poetry in motion, makes my heart swell, my breath reveal the tell; my love can’t unring the bell. My fount, it is well, in my soul!

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Wednesday Proverb; Somebody!

Everyone, has a story written on the heart, how love’s journey became the breadth. No one narrates the soliloquy, the Who, the What, the Where, the When, the Why; you get to be somebody. Don’t, let your heart buy into the notion, in order to become somebody; your tale has to be worthwhile. In a mirror, reflections reveal truth; identity is context, not the pretext. What someone believes, can deceive, if your heart receives, what they conceive. Money doesn’t proclaim, status in of itself doesn’t make, you into somebody. Those will enhance, what the heart’s posture makes known, your humanity. Knowing Who, and Why, more profound than accepting someone else’s perception. Like the rushing wind, no one has the power to alter, a predestined encounter. I don’t have to look in the dictionary, to know the definition of somebody. If you have eyes, have a brain, have breath in your lungs, if you have a heartbeat, have blood coursing through your veins, by definition; you have meaning, somebody. Love within like this, never has to prove anything, to be something, other than the best version of yourself. In being visible, Who is revealed, you. What, somebody. When, every day. Where, here and now. Appearances can’t define worth, ever divulge your quintessence, explain the proverbial Why; does somebody become, when intrinsically and inevitably you are, Somebody!

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The Poetry Within!

Let poetry speak, let it have meaning, beyond the narrative. Let it inspire, let it move, let it provoke. In its creativity, with its positivity, it will captivate. Thus, poetry is. It doesn’t need your mojo, not swayed by the back and forth, within your mind. No, no, poetry doesn’t need swagger, for words to matter. When pen and paper collaborate, poetic hues extrapolate, spoken word elaborate, elevated prose levitate. Poetry’s quintessence, leaves no room for debate. A poet’s heart, has only one intent, inked words in a rhythmical flow. The soul’s poetic muse, the heart’s most profound soliloquy, verses in reverse. The most telling poems, leaves you something to ponder, over and over. Poetry paints a story, love abstracts the meaning. When time and space collide, composition become. Though like moves, love what leaves an impression. Heart and soul synchronically inclined, poetry rhythmically refined. Words are never silenced, when love speaks. Within the poetry, breadth becomes… more than words!

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