Tag: Spiritual

Further!

The further, nostalgic moments tug heartstrings, the further, it propels enduring love’s trajectory. Love’s endearing reach, its profound depth does teach, heart to heart breadth compels. Each its own, what furthers the tether, what emboldens whether. True love, boldly go, further than any insignificant plateaus, love isn’t tic tac toe. Though, love attains, one thing remains, further it must still proceed, unrestrained. Furtherance, undergirded by the essence of its relevance. The further love goes, indicative of the place it’s always been; consistent. Its genuineness, furthers its benevolence, deepens its brilliance; years later, furthering its resilience. No heart, could ever drown breathlessly within love, without, first submerging yourself in its ocean. Deeper in love one’s heart goes, more alive one’s soul becomes. Love’s longevity, needs no epiphany, of its necessity. It just, waits for the opportunity, to fulfill its destiny. Intentional love, sees greater than peripheral, beyond horizons. To furthermore; lend aid, step up its aim, cultivate relations, advance love, nurture camaraderie, encouraging the heart to go, further!

*** This day, May 28, 1988, my bride and I wedded our hearts together, and further we vowed! ***

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Motivation’s Sway; Trying!

Tell me, does my heart please you, does my soul speak love’s truth? With all my heart, I’m trying; but a thousand words, fail to tell the tale. Love has a story, but moreover, who gets the glory. With everything within me, myself, yeah I, do; do love you. I am, truly trying, to see you through the lens of my own tainted heart. But yet, I surely bet, over the years, my soul, you must have needed to vet. Do I, oh, does my; love make you feel deeply loved, graceful like a dove? What am I trying to say, the struggle is real, trying to not let life, get between your heart and mine. But nevertheless, I’m trying, keeping focus on planting seeds of love, and not allow its bloom be eaten by life’s indifferent locust. My heart beats, not trying to race, but my soul make haste, my love keep pace. I’m trying, never keep your heart waiting, give love without delay. Why, should my heart ever be presumptuous, think I could ever keep your heart waiting; just because your love, made my own heart skip a beat? Lay your love gently on my heart, listen to my soul; my motivation’s sway. Sincerely you will find, my every heartbeat’s trying, but your deep love so, overwhelms my heart and soul!

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Playful Words; Old Sole!

My shoes, indicative of an old sole; years are irrelevant, tears inevitable. Fear, plays no role in determining, my sole’s worth. This old soul of mine, stitched, enriched. Etched deep within my being; I am, an old soul. Wise beyond years, because, deeply love peers. Helping my soul, withstand cascading tears. At the crux, of life’s systematic flux, love’s enduring nexus. On the other foot, with situation reversed; will always put best foot forward, to walk a mile. Within depth of my sole, weariness takes its toll. Some days, I slip into the day with ease, but mostly, I lace up my heart, tangibly gird my soul. So juxtapose, when life’s briskness sways, brushing up against my sole. My heart, won’t be at risk tripping, over a wayward ego. Days, when the sun doesn’t shine, love’s endearing reign seeps, causing my whether proofed soul, become drenched… deeply. Every day, the never ending quest, not to beat my chest, but pass love’s endless test. My sole’s conquest, my heart knowing; distance overcomes the miles. Love isn’t a contest, but heartfelt moments, swayed by its soulful context. In living, we ponder bodies getting buffed, not realizing, our souls are getting scuffed. Acting tuff, until someone calls our bluff; our facade wearing it well, but our posture has its tell. To those whom we love, we must be willing to bare our soul, show our vulnerability. Soles of our feet, taking the first step, towards healing, enlightenment. Oh, my soul, reminiscing the days of old, of a sole so bold; rejecting capitulation, longevity’s toil. New horizons, life’s traversing of an old sole, one’s heart journeying to deep places. Revealing the fabric of your soul’s innermost; wherewith, love’s instrumental means are found. With every step taken, unearthing its enableable breadth, love’s sublime meaning!

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Rhythm of the Light!

The light, the rhythm, the rhyme, cascading sands of time. Beneath electric stars, heavens gaze, divine hue dancing through and true. Every heartbeat, swaying to the rhythm of love’s breathtaking light; knowing, love deeply sways, hum-drum’s rhythmic blues, giving way to love’s symphonic cues. So, moments the soul can’t shake, what rattles, won’t roll off one’s heart; all its symbolic rhythm not seeming fake. In heartache’s wake, breath takes, serenity makes; sorrow’s light quakes. Rhythm of love doesn’t hum and haw, gracefully its light dawns. Some hearts sway right, some sway wrong; tethered to love, everything it touch is a song. Question is, hashtags, hash marks; lines crossed; will you its will, be its light? A change of heart, change of mind, souls swayed by the rhythm of the changing times. Rhythm of seasons, rhyme of reasons, texturized by the light of love’s ornate creason. And if,  friends, your rhythm stumbles, it’s another moment to be humble. Put your best foot forward, to let the rhythm love’s light prove, it will never succumb. The heart’s simplistic percussion, of the soul’s holistic concession. The rhythm of love’s light, its enlightened breadth the sway, illuminating our innermost!

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Let Me In!

Dear heart, let me in, to stand with you, stand up for your worth. Like a flower, will sway you gently, capture your heart breathless. My presence is, but my essence what springs up, to let your soul perceive, the texture of my fragrance. Won’t, you receive it, concede there’s endless nuances, within the breadth of my endearing hue. Dearest soul, won’t you allow me, to make your heart whole. Let the depth of my light, illuminate your innermost, reveal that I am, etched deep in the pages of your existence. Let me be, the enlightenment to your soul’s constellation; reaching deep into every heartfelt contemplation. In me, in thee, freedom. No pretense, why pretend; I am, a friend. Deep in the trenches, your needs I attend. I will, unshackle your soul, be free indeed. Even, if you don’t choose to acknowledge it, I will profoundly be. Your tenderness, your intimacy, your devotion, your passion, your desire, your yearning, your warmth, your affection, your compassion, your friendship, your kindness, your sympathy; the deepest part of your being. For, I Am… Love, let me in, to be!

“Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with that person, and they with me.” Let Me in! Revelation‬ ‭3‬:‭20‬ ‭NIV‬‬

*** This post, inspired by another’s heart, “the lounge chair podcast, Ep 152!” ***

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Wednesday Proverb; How, Why; Grace!

How fortunate, be a soul so moved, by love’s favorable daze. A heart in a place, its breadth swayed, your soul amazed in such a way. Where you see How, subtly love captures one’s gaze, and understanding Why, it breaks through the haze. How, in its magnificent way, it cradles the heart, and Why; new life is breathed into a soul, just going through the motions, of a daunting faze. A heart and soul elated, knowing love’s magnificence doesn’t rely on a soul’s maturity; to propel a heart into its destiny, with confidence. What’s only perceived, with a fundamental shift to the perspective of one’s How; becoming a precipitous encounter, with Why? How, the perception of one’s soul is changed, knowing; the grace in one’s life, positions one’s heart to do something amazing, within someone else’s life. Both hearts, left in awe, not wondering the How, but Why; does Grace, love so deeply?

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Motivation’s Living; Intentionally!

Live strong, live longing, live to be, intentional with your heart. And if, fear comes to steal your joy, tell it with confidence. I won’t be coy, to let you think my heart’s a toy. Love focused, being, loving the best way you know how. To the unknown, never cow, to indecision never bow; love shows intentionally how. Laugh out loud, chuckle at indifference, trying to get your resolve to buckle. Pressure, without measure, faith that stands tall in every whether. Laugh long, live true; it will keep your love accountable. Love, just a symbol, could never be intentionally nimble. To love deeply, live purposefully, laugh spontaneously. True loving, an intentional lifestyle, living a heartfelt freestyle; knowing, laughing never goes out of style. Only, enhances how the heart loves, how the soul lives. How all together, it influences heart and soul, to benefit someone else’s life!

*** Live, Love, Laugh; Intentionally! ***

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Heart, like a Flower!

Its beauty, blossoms deeply, flows profoundly. The depth, that of its crimson hue, the soul deepened, by the essence of its intrinsic glow. Its gentleness, moves you breathlessly, sways you deeply, the felt breadth of its scented aura. Every heartfelt expression, beautifully enhancing the soul’s quintessence, like that of its deep colorful ways. One’s heart like petaled tulips, frolicking through life’s meadows, raptured of its sheer persuasion, love’s breathtaking wind. Your soul feeling helpless, as a kitten up a tree. Heart clinging to clouds, but the uncontrolled soul laughs out loud; hidden feelings, of misty eye’s gentle reign. Graceful raindrops, welled up tears like sweet gumdrops, spilling of the heart’s closely held secret. I am, like a flower. My soul, a steam of love’s endearing bloom. What makes room, makes the heart zoom, chasing butterflies. Soaring like an eagle, on the wings of love, up above the clouds. Likened, to mature dandelion seeds in the air, granting wishes of love’s perpetual belief. Heart like a flower, blushed with the scent of gentility, hints of its lavender, of its totality; its flowered bouquet!

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Satisfied! 

I am satisfied, my heart’s breadth, irrevocably fulfilled. Love’s desire spills, meaningless hunger has lost its thrill; could never again satisfy, become my soul’s unadulterated fill. Thoughts, don’t awaken the dawn, pondering my soul’s yawn; my heart knows love’s wonder, nature of my dearest fawn. My soul’s satisfaction, doesn’t plead for justification, but moved by heartfelt revelation. I’m contented to be, what my soul is pleased being; truly satisfied. I am filled, my heart sustained knowing, my soul’s beyond the place of still becoming. I’m convinced, my heart conceded; my most profound zeal, embracing. Not grappling with what persuasion yields, but what boundless confidence wields; transformation. Of love, I am persuaded; heart and soul never debated; to be or not to be, deeply elated. My soul, every day again doesn’t make certain; what’s resides at the hem of my heart’s curtain. Unapologetically, love leaves my heart exposed, my soul free of its veil. I am content; to assure, reassure, my love’s unconditional assurance. I am satisfied, within my heart, money doesn’t move. The chase of it, my soul has reproved, tethered strings love has removed. Of my inherent worth, its worthless plea could never suffice. Love’s fulfilling price, its satisfaction for me, thrice. Oh, I am satisfied, my heart’s purest breadth, irrevocably fulfilled. Love’s desire spills, meaningless hunger lost its thrill, never again satisfy; be of my heart’s deepest fill. In perpetuity, my soul satisfied in being, breathlessly contented, still!

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