Tag: Motivational

Island and Streams!

In the middle of life’s journey, island, and streams. Where, silent rivers run deep, traversing the breadth therein, along the sands of time. My island, submerged within the midst of love’s deepest ocean. Its unfathomable depth, lies deep within a peace I’ve come to know. A place, my soul calls home, a love my heart hones. Love’s quiet streams, cascading gracefully, flowing deeply. Warm tropical islands, breathless shores, footprints in the sand, hand in hand. Love carries, breath sustains, gaze captures, by the beautiful riverside. Tender love is divine, its dedication sublime, stand the test of time. Islands and stream, no waves in-between, for love casts its reprieve. Hearts relying on each other, one heart to another, holding its word, sailing love’s horizon. When moments seem, coraled stream’s edge, jagged water’s ridge, never deserted island’s pledge. An island with everything, still nothing if you’ve got no one, to make its streams become something, refreshing. So, row, row, row love’s boat gently down the stream, merrily it finds hopes and dreams. A heart, not letting its soul lose sight of what matters, what deepens life, broaden one’s intuitive sea; beyond islands, within streams!

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Humorous Muse; Heart and the String!

Some hearts assume, a man deep in love doesn’t relish the moments, his better half tugs his heartstrings like a breathless cello, hello. Making some needlessly presume, she’s behind the scenes pulling his strings. Oh, but here’s the thing, a devoted man inherently, loves his significant other becoming a trusted composer, his heart forever being her muse. A heart with no strings, love not tethered to anything, echoing the depth of love’s heartfelt thing. Words having such a harmonious ring, till death I do, tether my string. And so, it’s never a bother; rather, a secure man feels elated, knowing her love cares enough to want, to strum his heart like no other. As for me and my heart, for four decades the same woman has been tugging my strings. Sometimes, as men software can lag, and insecure men just want to brag and boast. How their love is the most, and another would never be allowed to pull their string. But tell me, what joy does it bring, if a heart’s violin didn’t have strings? You see, every man needs to know, her love is so instrumental, for years to make his soul’s acoustics sing. Men, the symphonic rhythm of her love, orchestrates the conditions, to be swayed by our love’s rendition. A woman, would gladly give up all the bling, to know, for her your heart still has a thing. No heart, desires a puppet on a string; have the genuine love thang, with the most beautiful southern twang. Heart on a string, it’s absolutely a thing; love pulls you in, ask of you to lean in. And even, when words Sting, like a bee, or the man with the legendary music thing; “Fields of Gold.” Wherewith, promises are never made lightly, of heartstrings strung together, finding the common thing is this. Be hearts bound by three stranded string, what makes the love thing become a stronger cling. Sharing is caring, but baring is daring, to put your soul on the line; Heart, and String!

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It’s Impression!

What do you call a feeling, pressed tenderly up against your heart, but yet, felt deep within the crevices of your soul? How do you depict an essence, so profound it alters your perception forever? What do you call something, that collides with your heart deeply, without leaving a chasm in the depth of your soul? Is there a word, given to an encounter so impactful, its mark is left etched on your heart? Its ink, revealing from the pours of your soul, its tattooed hue. What perspective do you give to moments, its existence neither space nor time can erase? Is there a significance you give to something, which utterly leaves your heart exposed, to bare your soul? What do you say about something, you know that its presence lingers, and certain its breadth hovers? What price renders the significance, of a thing that poetically draws… you into its portrait, that causes a rosy frame of reference to bloom breathlessly, and its ability to give a heart wings to soar? What term does one’s soul use to convey, a heartfelt sense of being, an intuitive sense of needing? In its representation, even broken things are made beautiful. A broken heart, whole nevertheless. Rose petals laid bare of its stem, still just as sweet. Butterflies within its cocoon state, will confidently find its wings. What name do you give to the thing, that transcends? You call it, Love, the beautiful impression, left imprinted on the heart!

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Wednesday Proverb; In of Itself! 

Wisdom, not hidden away in solitary confinement, but confines itself to a place in one’s soul. Where, someday, one’s heart can profoundly discover its true nature, within the wonders of its transformative possibilities!

True greatness, in of itself never something achieved through sheer will power. Progression in its pursuit, will surely become achievable, one’s heart being open to its greater purpose. Its greatest power through you, wielded as true… greatness!

Real love, doesn’t need a specific moment to act, if true, its actions in of itself revealed as intuitive. Its strength, not needing an invitation to show up and be, profound. Its courage, triumphant in its resilience to become, love!

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Motivation’s Way; Love’s Constancy! 

Momentously, love is progressive, its nuances massive, its resilience never passive, its truth never aggressive. Vigilant love, an attentive soul willing to let their heart be a safe place. Keeping careful watch, not allowing the heart to drift into an indifferent space. As difficult as life can be, the most adversarial encounter a soul faces, confronting a procrastinating heart. Preoccupied to realize that indifference, lurks in the shadows with one intention, rob a heart of its humanity. Like a thief in the night, will infiltrate dreams, upend hopes. An observant heart, guarded with a watchful soul, ready to wield love’s endearing might. A soul equipped, with not just six senses, but every heart’s touched sensor, compassion. No heartbeat, should ever renounce its destiny, to be profound. Love’s constant vigilance, emboldens the heart’s benevolence, deepening the soul’s quintessence. So therefore, let your love’s vigilance be constant, your heart’s true benevolence be emboldened, to deepen your soul’s quintessence. Sometimes, it’s wise to retreat, momentarily, but never prudent to let your soul surrender, to apathy. A heart blinded, not open to the sWay, love’s constancy!

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Wednesday Proverb; Making Room!

Deep within the heart, room is made, to allow light to come in, let one’s quintessence be known. Heart and soul, leaving no stone unturned, make sure they’ll be room, for love to become. Space available, a heart full, but yet with arms wide open, to embrace selfless humanity. Room in one’s heart gives latitude, fault produces attitude, space exhibits altitude. The heart’s expansion, the breadth of love’s capacity, depth of the soul’s propensity. Love speaks volumes, come one, come all; there’s room at the table, come partake of heartfelt goodness. Deep in love’s pantry, substantive room for the hopeless, optimal space for one’s heart to receive, organic love. Eager hearts, are watching and longing, looking if there’s an ounce of compassion, to fill the void in their soul? Making room is not easy, but necessary for love to be preserved. Love, yields to hearts its bounty, not given a proverbial shelf life. Don’t presume, flowers won’t bloom if given room, for love’s fertile affection to be!

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Wednesday Proverb; bye and bye!

The bye and bye, giving yesteryear its kiss, and say goodbye. Within the new, from time to time the heart will cry, remembering the bye and bye, how love wiped away tears, giving the soul wings to fly. Every heart, has encountered the saddest days of life. But hearts profoundly flourish, when we stop living looking behind, at what was. Sometimes, life calls with a bit of bad news, I want to hold you back; but good news, this too shall pass. A heart knowing how to weather the cold, never whethers if love’s warmth it will behold. In a world, where so many hearts just survive, clinging to the bye and bye. Like honey, love thrives, within the crevices of its hive. The road ahead is long, but the journey makes one’s resolve strong. So, mountains won’t have its way, valleys don’t have any sway. Tell life’s sorrows, the missteps of the past bye-bye, adios, cheerio, sayonara, arrivederci. So long, farewell; adieu, to you and you and you. I hate to go, but my heart’s not willing to miss this pretty sight; my worth’s awakening. What we have, what makes the heart and soul sing, embraced forevermore, in the here and now!

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I’m.

I’m a simple man, with a complicated heart. My love is inquisitive, my soul intuitive, my heart perceptive. Will never speak my mind, unless my heart gives it permission, love being its mission. I’m. My love is glaring, my heart is caring, my soul is daring; a reflection. I’m a son, a brother, a husband, a father; I’m just a man. Predestined to serve, destined to preserve, true meaning of love. I’m. Don’t step to me, unless you’re willing to throw down. Throw down what harms, to embrace love’s charm, love with open arms. I’m. My heart is full, my days filled with love’s noble quest to be, and will only make room for Just, you. You who need encouragement, you with a broken heart. You looking for a heart willing to listen, to whatever’s on yours. I’m. There’s so much on my shoulders, but my spirit’s never crushed, a lot on my plate, but my hopes never shattered pieces. In love I put my trust, to bear the weight, there’s no time for hate. And, when night falls, and the dawn calls, love makes my heart befall, and I’m!

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Wednesday Proverb; Right heart-set!

Real love, never mind over what matters. The right mindset, it’s a heart matter. Not about what the mind rather, but, the heart not leaving love in tatters. The right mindset, the heart making room, never letting the mind presume, that it’s what has love’s ear. A heart in fear, making the wrong decision. An indifferent mindset, swayed by attitude, the reciting of meaningless platitudes. The disregarding, the heart’s holistic aptitude, which gives breadth to the soul’s altitude. Food for thought, never to engage the heart in part, every thought taken captive. How, it becomes heart to heart from the start. Sweet-heart’s, love within one’s soul making the mundane, darling in its expression. Every heart, not always on the same page, intellectually, may not be in tune, vocally. Not always in sync, inherently, but that doesn’t mean, souls can’t be in harmony, wholeheartedly. We, don’t have to be deeply entwined, indubitably, don’t have to become like minded, necessarily. To make it possible, for love to be in one accord, faithfully. Heart on the level, its mindset perceived through the lens of love’s perspective. In every season, having its proverbial heart-set, right!

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Enlightened Heart!

When, your heart seems lost in the fog of life’s journey. Don’t, let your soul retreat into the shadows, shine bright your benevolent light. A life lived well, doesn’t live it through the lens of the peripheral, fearing the unknown. A vibrant soul, a heart living whole, basking beautifully in hope’s enlightened perspective. That not even the sun, moon, stars, can outshine the inner glow, of one’s innate spirit. A soul illuminated with confidence, repels life’s darkest moments, to enlighten one’s destiny. Every breath, taken with purpose, every step taken intentionally. One’s soul, may be so focused, that one’s heart misses its future, through the fog. An enlightened heart, guides its mind, body and soul, through the fog of love’s journey!

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