Tag: Spiritual

Lost a Breath! 

The early years!

My heart, lost a breath, lost it within the depth of time, on it, sun doesn’t shine. I lost a breath, swept away by streams of love’s cascading breadth, deserting my heart within the sands of time. The remaining breaths of my soul, exhales now with the end in mind; how a moment in time, my breath I held. Oh, how I nurtured this breath, dedicated my soul to its purpose, kept its worth so close to my heart. But yet, now resting with the power to be, embraced within the heart of thee. So, my soul holds on to hopes, to dreams. My soul lost a breath, on the wings of love, it’s up and above the clouds, the only way to get there, fly on the wings of love. When, my heart takes its last breath, my soul won’t be at a loss, embracing my lost breath in love’s serenity. For, every lost breath is found, in peace like a river, finding its delight within love’s angelic hue. Every day, my soul senses something in the air, love breathing within the hollowness of my heart. Remnants of my beloved, hovers in the stillness, echoing the beauty of love’s quintessence. Along life’s journey, a heart full, inevitably loses a breath, for souls gasp when kindred. Heard it said, one can lose its mind, but, what does a mind have to do with it? When every breath you take, every step you make, love prevails. Baby steps, and with every deep breath, solace will confidently find; my cherished breath, nestled within love’s sublime. My heart, lost a breath, ascended to a celestial plane, but yet in me, its presence abides. Que sera, sera, what will be, will surely be!

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Heart to Pen!

Now, doesn’t change the course of then. Love flowed then, but now the ink bleeds deeply; from heart to pen. Words could never be lost, for when love pricks one’s heart, inked words spill, baring innermost of one’s soul. The pages of one’s life, depth of one’s love, cascade to form textured chapters of a love story. What’s consequential, overwritten by moments inconsequential. Love composed, never embarrassed by what its heart-felt pen composes. By design, the tapestry of one’s heart, instrumental in revealing the imagery of one’s soul, the love mosaically imprinting. Deep love, doesn’t draw meaningless lines, even its most subtle portrayal, an intrinsic silhouette of the heart’s aura. Words penned meaningful, not inkling of a heart typical, exposed through love reciprocal. Consisting, consistent, naturally refined consistency; inking heart and soul. Penning thoughts, journaling one’s lived experience, texturizing the heart’s quintessential hue. Love moves, the soul it proves, but the heart it behoves; seep inked. For now, doesn’t change the course of then. Love flowing even then, now bleeds profusely, from heart to pen!

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Love, the Gravity!

Within its profound breadth, its gravity known, the heart breathless in its sublime, the soul speechless in its boundless rhapsody. Which heart can comprehend, the complexity of its deep breathlessness, the vast nature of love’s beauty? What soul can explain, how so profoundly it moves you to tears, then soothe your fears? How it touches you so deeply, to utterly take your breath? Who can boldly claim, they know how its presence lingers, in the still of the moment? Can anyone’s words articulate, how it weighs tenderly on one’s thoughts, then go rest gently on the heart, only to stir your soul? What heart can describe, how at one moment it leaves you gasping for air, but yet at the very same time, be the air you breathe? The magnitude of its gravity, consequential essence of character, the soul’s quintessential reprieve. Every heart, needs to understand the significance of its power, the sustaining substance of its existence. It’s not enough, for one’s soul to know its miraculous wonder, yet one’s heart not be provoked by the depth of its deepest meaning. The gravity, the prevailing breath that’s not just felt, but perceived, be wholeheartedly believed; meaningful. Hearts willing, what makes it transformative, souls tethered, makes it revolutionary. A love that shines like the sun, glistens like the stars. Reflective like that of the moonlight, hovering breathlessly within the stillness. Transcending the fabric of time, and space. Not even distance, changes the trajectory of its vantage point, alter the gravity of its destiny; to be!

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History, in Black and White! 

Love in black and white, portrayed with embedded color, shades of the heart, painted in its eclectic hue. Of people, of places, of things, imprints upon the canvas of the heart. What’s etched, within the pages of history; of what was, of what is, of what makes a consequential impression. Black and white by design, colorful in kind, brushed with the breadth of love’s artistic sublime, revealed by history’s endearing intent. Varying perspective, monochrome perception; never opposing principle, in love lensed reciprocal. Its beautiful color residing, within the space between; heart and soul. Love’s illustration, paints a vivid image, when shades of gray leaves one’s crimson heart, feeling black and blue. Love’s subtle beauty, colored outside the lines, love nevertheless, if it leaves one’s heart impressionable. Pastel colors, with shades of black and white, may seem somewhat bombastic, yet deeply fantastic. Black and white, life and death, hopes and dreams; textured humanity. Likened to that of a lamp distinguishable, burning bright love’s inextinguishable worth. In blackened moments, illuminates fluorescent white. Love’s tapestry, in living color, never pixelated black and white, but texturized historical!

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Song Inspired; She’s Like the Wind!

What’s a heart to do, when your breath is taken, when your mind is blown beyond words, being a shift in your soul’s perception. When within the proverbial forest, its sway leaves your soul panting; heart knowing at any moment, it’s another breathless encounter. What do you do, your heart trying to play it cool, thinking it’s a breeze, but every heartbeat bracing for its subtlety; not to be totally swept away, into the depth of its whirlwind. Like that of the wind, unbeknownst, her love poised to take your heart captive, she doesn’t know what’s being done. Wind, what’s your agenda, is it to alter my soul’s artificial intelligence of love? Like how the wind undulates, true love is naturally perceptible, perceptive especially. Its actions particular, the nature of its aura peculiar. Within your soul the knowing, I can feel it coming, in the air tonight; she’s like the wind. Fragrance of her love, her breath felt breathing into your soul, her presence feeling close, moving your heart in another daydream. Even at distance, proximity of her love tangible, your soul touched by love’s warm embrace. This I know, love hovers in the stillness of your soul, your heart anchored within a place of needing; tethered to love’s heartfelt truth. The question, living without her, would your heart go insane? Strength of her essence, capturing your gaze, taking you by the heart, leading you throughout the moonlight. What’s a heart to do, moved profoundly by its gentle gust, your soul, letting its gusto be… On the breadth of its allure, does the wings of my heart soar. Wind, tell it to my heart, am I the only one? Love, the convergence of forty years, but it doesn’t seem I was; just a fool to believe, she’s like the wind! 

She’s like the wind, a song by Patrick Swayze and Wendy Fraser. Released in 1987, on the soundtrack to the film Dirty Dancing.

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Wednesday Proverb; Consider Love!

With every encounter, give thought, how every brush against someone’s heart, how it paints a portrait of your soul. Consider it joy, that with every textured graze, love seeps to make the moment enlightened. Think it beautiful, seeing how love’s nature unfold, does it capture the heart with a breathless hold? Contemplate every decision, so the application of words leaves an engaged heart at ease. Consider the lilies, how its fragrance incentivizes the heart’s awareness. Search your heart when considering, from within will love seep, revealing the undeniable hue of its essence. Bear in mind, one’s heart is a mirrored reflection of one’s character. So therefore, be mindful of actions, they speak revealing the content of one’s soul, give context to the love texturized within. Every day, position your heart, where its posture can easily be repositioned, if needed. Whenever, to the heart lines seem blurred, the mind thinks why ponder, what provokes? Listen, to wisdom’s small still voice, it will always say; in all you, consider love!

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Family, We Are!

Unconditional love, reveals itself in the best of times, even in the worst of times, especially in times of need; for we are. It doesn’t matter, if our hearts are the nearest, if love given the dearest. We, could never be people divided, if hearts connected, souls living in harmony. Prospering together, united forever, heartfelt humanity. As brothers, as sisters, as kindred spirits; sharing our hearts, our hopes, our love story being our bond, to infinity and beyond. Family, not about eyes wide open to see, but one’s heart, not closed off to perceive, letting the heart receive. True love, never needs a reason to be, just the desire to cleave. Heirs, and joint heirs, hearts giving the best of. Differences, doesn’t make our perception unique, it just makes our perspective indicative, of who we are deep down. Family, lift each other up, stand in the gap, to be a pillar of strength, hence. Sheath tolerance, and love will surely wield expectance. “If pricked, shall not one’s heart bleed? If tickled, shall one’s soul, not laugh out loud?” Live long and prosper, together; not a figment of science fiction, but love’s noble quest, where togetherness boldly goes!

Family; people, or group of peoples, regarded as deriving from a common race; human. An extended hand, is a heart, extended!

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Dearest Love!

My Dearest love, within the depth of my soul, rest the virtue of thy charm. Deep within thy arms, you are my heart, but I don’t have to write that here. Every day, again and again you search within my soul, see if my love is pure. Dearest love, my heart would never presume, to say your meaning is just a verb. Dearest love, doesn’t need a special time, or space; deep love flows constant, a deep river. On the tip of my heart, words etched within the crevices of my being, love’s essence spills inked. Valiant love, defies time’s wishes, one’s soul the muse of thy rhyme. Roses red, violets misty blue, my heart’s love true. Dearest, you’ve captured my imagination, taken my every breath, lingering to become my, entire heart and soul. They say, sharing is caring, but my soul says, daring is preparing, one’s heart to be of love’s service, forever and always. Love is a connection, a bond never to be broken; never-the-less, but more than. LOVE, forgive me, if my words seem bold, the half not yet told. For I am, my heart is, draped in the fabric of thy intimacy. Thy beautiful texture, unveiled my soul, makes known thy endearing might. My dearest love, my heart is utterly lost for words. These words, a mere breadth of my heart, versed in the tapestry of thy crimson hue. For my heart’s sake, bare my soul, let thy passion be, the confessions of my undying love! 

Yours irrevocably!

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Frugal Heart!

I have a frugal heart, but my love never cheap, it reaps because it sows. Love is an investment, to my sweet lady, give it generously; no wasted days, wasted nights. Cherish the love we have, cherish the life we live. Love is the truest wealth, my frugal heart has it in abundance, and I’m, saving all my love for you, a heart in need. Pennies a day, penny lover, my love won’t cost a thing; penny for my thoughts, your love has so enriched my soul. Oh, if I can be so bold, no change is needed. If truth be told, you’ve given so much love to this frugal heart of mine. Excess love, my frugal love is, the entire sum that affords my heart and soul. My heart, would surely have no worth, if all the riches in the world were what caused my soul to be bankrupt. My frugal love, would never cost any heart a dime, or be eclipsed by time. My heart, frugal for one inherent reason, my love would be enough, available always. Many hearts, spend so much energy chasing after things, that when the time comes their love is spent, their heart was never frugal. A frugal heart, never careless with its words, or its provision. Love seeps, so not to overwhelm with the breadth of its portion. Love’s doesn’t deprive, it derives from its frugalness, found within the beauty of its bounty!

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Wednesday Proverb; Love’s Forte!

Courage to become, strength to be, resides within the depth of love’s wheelhouse. A heart’s resilience, not derived from knowing how to exist, but every heartbeat knowing how to thrive. Valiant love, draws mightily from its quiver, wielding confidently from the sheath of thy heart, to slay one’s fears. One’s heart and soul, doesn’t need an impenetrable armor to withstand. Just an unyielding confidence, to stand thy ground, in the face of adversity. Arrows drawn, will thus pierce the fabric of one’s mind, but never reaches the heart of one’s fortified beliefs. Overcoming slings and things, undergirded by the breadth of your soul’s forte. A heart, excels not by its ability, but the essence of its inevitability. The most vulnerable part of what cuts deep, not what leaves you wounded, but the thrust of what penetrates your beliefs the deepest. Having, the fortitude to keep your forte intact, compelling one’s soul to take heart, when circumstances test your soul’s resolve, the echoes of its vigor resounding. Hopes and dreams, encounter the right perception not by chance, but of an intentional understanding, acquiring the right perspective. Deep love, intuitive hilt to the tip of its sphere, its brilliance revealing the beauty of its totality; love’s forte! 

“For this very reason, make every effort to add to your faith goodness; and to goodness, knowledge; and to knowledge, self-control; and to self-control, perseverance; and to perseverance, godliness; and to godliness, mutual affection; and to mutual affection, love. For if you possess these qualities in increasing measure, they will keep you from being ineffective and unproductive in your knowledge of our Lord Jesus Christ.” ‭‭2 Peter‬ ‭1‬:‭5‬-‭8‬ ‭NIV‬‬ – Feb 5, 2025 

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