Undiscovered Love!

My heart, has brought me to this place, my soul emboldened, to discover the unrealized essence, the constellation of love’s breathless gravity. Where love is the compass, the magmatic quality, quantifiable truth found within a heart’s depth. Compelling the heart, propelling the soul, to the undiscovered journey of love’s celestial plane. Its gravitational tug, my soul beholding its wonder, the beauty of its awe, the mind left with nothing to ponder. Love’s light, radiating within the soul, the heart orbiting the breadth of its nexus. At first encounter, instinct persisted reverse course, throttle emotions. But, like poetry in motion, resistance was futile, the heart was captured, captivated by a love one’s soul has never known. Strength and power unbeknownst, love’s unfathomable existence, beaming so pronounced. Stunned by its muse, one’s mind you can’t use, the heart alone gets to choose. There’s no engineering a way out, when love is so bold, to make closeness become the hold, in an atmosphere so cold. For, love’s intent to told, the story must unfold. Dangling heartstrings, one’s soul tethered to nothing else, but faith… in love. A heart tangled, discovering the nature its sway. The shift, acted so swift, the epiphany; concede love’s gift. Strong willed, wasn’t enough power, to withstand its pull, making the heart full. It seemed inevitable, my heart and this love, would surely collide!

Love’s contemplation, arrested my imagination. What’s a heart to do, when there’s an undeniable fact. To be one with love’s validity, is to never deny its inevitability. So, proceeded checked my sensors, my heart was racing, but, was it love winning, or my soul triumphantly losing? My heart shaped spaced anomaly, ornately repositioned phenomenally to transcend time. A heart, the vessel built not to evade love, but embrace its true purpose. Boldly go, where it needs to, explore new worlds, seek out life’s verity, an enlightened perspective. Position of one’s soul, eclipses what the mind believes irrelevant. To what the heart knows to be true, love’s encounter as providence. Its grip on the heart, a soul forever in its unbreakable holding pattern. It’s obvious, love as the Captain of your heart, the soul exploring uncharted spaces. Heart and soul, discovering love’s fluid benevolence. Its attraction; fatal, if my soul was to ever deny, it as my breath, the substance fueling my soul’s equilibrium. It shields, yet at the same time, leaves you vulnerable, to love’s continuum. Its mission, its determinative purpose. Embolden the heart, to endlessly rediscover life’s sublime, undiscovered love!

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Love’s Gallantry!

Love is daring, for it dares to care, even in the most difficult times. So, many hearts give up the fight, give in to flight. Not willing, to let their heart be vulnerable, letting love bare their soul, it’s fearlessness. Love, doesn’t require nerves of steel, an armor to protect its exposed heart of flesh, it wields its compassion valiantly. It’s embolden to be, not admired for its act, but through its benevolent lets its gallantry speak. Life’s battles are won, when indifference is overcome, by the prevailing power of love. Some, put on a brave face, it’s with a brave heart, a conquering spirit is forged. Its determination, wins the day, love’s strength never yielding, to any abstract fear. Love, doesn’t need a fancy repertoire, to be reputable within its own right. Stature, doesn’t make one’s love courageous. Might of its courage, dependent on nothing else, but the strength of its character. With its breadth, its depth discovered, the secrets of its innermost. Love, doesn’t demand of you respect, just offers to you its faithfulness, leaving you to ponder its thoughtfulness. Its boldness, its grit, its fortitude; the essence of its Gallantry!

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The Script; Ambition’s Creed!

Ambition, makes it a point to live a quiet life, focused on its creed; mind its own business, letting love be at the center of what matters. A heart and soul, not intimidated by hard work, diligent with its devotion. So, one’s daily life may be profoundly blessed, earning the respect of the day. Night’s gaze seeing, ambition’s dependence wasn’t on anything, but what the goodness of Grace yields. Empowered strength, renewed vigor, faithfully in pursuant of tomorrow’s benevolent harvest. Aspirations are dreams, initiatives of one’s hopes. Ambitious perspectives, a zeal with a distinct outlook, substantively real. To another’s disapproval, it does not yield; till desired outcome achieved. Its worth, is its claim, not for fame, but declare. The heart’s will, makes the journey’s pursuit, the objective willed to succeed. Its purpose, not determined by what another seems, but by design, what the heart and soul deems, will build up self-esteem. Ambition’s creed, the passion that resides in its need. The mission more than the moments, that finds its way, into the spaces between!

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Into the River!

Into the deep, the heart to keep, love flowing like a river. A drowning soul doesn’t need rescued, every heart needing to drown, drown, drown; drown in love’s river. Leave troubles behind, unburdening soul of its veil. Sailing away the blues, no and’s, if’s, or’s will ever be needed to use. Within the submersion of love’s river, the soul emerges poetically versed, persuaded forever by its muse. The heart immersed within the melody of love’s rhythm, avoids life’s pointless schisms, a soul not easily swayed by depth-less isms. Many bridges of rivers to cross, what love builds over-seas. Come to its sure, crawl, walk, run; jump into the river. Don’t worry about shivers, coldest hearts find warmth, in a deep river. Sink or swim, love doesn’t act on a whim, but overflows, it will; a soul filled beyond the brim. Everybody needs love, but the deepest kind only found, found, found; found breathless, within the deepest place of the river!

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AuGust!

Awe gust, air breathed a must, hurts brushed off the heart a must, keeps the mind from collecting dust. So that, tears won’t leave the soul, with unwanted rust. Life, can cause such unnecessary fuss, and sometimes, you just don’t know who to trust? But sometimes, that’s how life goes, walking tippy-toes. But those, Awe, the gust, the wind chimes, serenades of nature’s muse. Love’s melodies, blowing the mind to find, there’s still mountains to climb. Summertime, Awe, gust of its breathless sublime. The soul basking in the sun, sipping, heart skipping, having fun, jumping in the river. Oceans deep, oh, how sweetly love keeps, the soul from losing sleep. Under the moonlight, the night shines bright, holding the starlight in place. Sleepless nights, an excuse for love, to take the heart on a twilight stroll. Awe, gust of its ease, soul moved by love’s gentle breeze. What the moment sees, breathtaking  how it will seize, sway you with love’s enlightened breadth. Awe, gust of its calm, captivating with the beauty of its charm. AuGust, eighth wonder of the year, love gives you its cheer. Not for what the heart gets to see, but what becomes of thee. Knowing how to live free, within the reign of love’s majestic glee!

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The Script; Peace’s Sure!

Peace’s deep inner sure, the place where the yearning soul, encounters the depth of love’s provision, the heart breathing in the breadth of its divine tranquility. When the rain falls, the snow cascades, soul’s innermost hidden, within the gravity of heaven’s reign, soaking in the droplets of its dew. Watering the earth, yet at the same time, the soul nourished, the heart flourishing. Planted seeds, yielding its bounty, what the bread of heaven provides. The rhema of faith’s substance, hovering within the surety of love’s peaceful sure. Proclaiming the empowerment, never returning void of its existence. Love and peace, accomplishes it desired outcome, will achieve its predestined purpose. That just needing one’s heartfelt belief, be the catalyst of its intent. The soul knowing its joyous allure, a heart endowed with love’s confidence. Mountains and hills singing its melody, forest yields its sway, valleys of life giving its due. To a soul living securely within love’s heavenly sure, a heart not relying on momentary bliss. But knowing peace’s sure, is forever girding love’s assurance, found within the pages of love’s script, the essence of its peace filled sure! Isaiah 55: 10-13 NIV

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More than This!

More than breadth, beyond deepest depth, life is, moments are, time gives, perspective matters. Heart tattered, soul bruises and battered, mind scattered. More than words, found tears, found fears, hope is never lost. Within pain, within hurt, within loss, within anxiety, deep breath purges. More than moving, more than proving, the offering; more than words. A breathtaking deed, a beautiful creed, heartfelt glee; the sacrifice. Right here, right now, always, forever. Endless stream pouring, deep river overflowing, an overwhelming ocean. This is, part of living, imparted giving, more than breathing. A lifestyle, a lifetime’s encounter. In the madness, despite the chaos. Its little might, does the heart right, the soul’s outlook bright. More than these, Love is, More than this!

Life’s Quote;

With a reference point realignment, enlightenment provides life’s greater understanding, of love’s gift to heart and soul!

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Art of Becoming…

Art of Becoming…

The art of becoming, paints the soul in love’s self portrait, the heart’s beauty being one with its innermost. The process of coming into one’s self, the nature of one’s concession, the understanding that one’s worth, doesn’t exclude one’s soul. In the beginning, it’s first learning how to become, then how to be. How to let the progression of time, be some of our most profound breath-taking moments. Art of becoming, happens in stages, in acts performed, actions swaying heart and mind, becoming expressions of love’s meaningful soliloquy. Overcoming, part of living out, the tapestry of life’s artistry, what love inevitably becomes, purposeful. In the art of becoming, sway leaves in its wake a legacy, that ripple the sands of time, what the heart had a hand in. Being something, nothing tangible, if the love portrayed, hasn’t truly become everything, substantive. Becoming, turns into what it’s meant to be, transformative. It doesn’t have to be a work of art, to become a genuine portrayal. Having the it factor, love enacted intentionally, never inactive. The truest love, resides in deep places. Even brokenhearted, love’s resilience is unfathomable. What it needs to be, what one’s soul needs it to become. Within a heart well textured, versed in the art of becoming, love’s wholistic imagery!

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Confetti’s Hue!

If, rose petals laid bare, scented with love’s sweet crimson hue, be likened to colorful butterflies, fluttering one’s heart like confetti, moving to the innermost? Would it feel like pops of color, organic strips of joy’s allure, painting a portrait of love, enhanced by the breadth of its charm? What if, brightly colored bits of love, pierced through the veil of indifference, would its perception be changed? Love’s celebratory triumph, in its wondrous expression, breathless streams of its hues. Its festive nature, shedding the narrative, love on its own could never shift, the state one’s point of view? ish like tones, never indicative of love’s intrinsic characteristics. When life falls apart, broken moments don’t define, what its nuances empower, worth that can’t be denied. Bottled up feelings, releasing bursts of emotion, but with love in the air. Become moments in life, enriched by love’s innate ability, the aspects of its fertility. Droplets of its essence, its beautiful hue cascading, like confetti!

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Love’s Revelation!

Love in its revelation, revolutionary in its simplicity. Life, in order to be, live it wholeheartedly, breathe it in perspectively. Some things we fumble, some days we stumble, sometimes we grumble. But, being open to love’s revelation, reveals that every season, has its reason. The coldness in hearts teaches, to let the warmth of love, melt. Hot tempered moments, come in heated waves, but a cool breath of fresh air, refreshes the status quo. In everything, knowing present troubles won’t last, produces for us its glory, knowing how to rise from the ashes. Doubts vastly weighed, hope intentionally empowered, to be faith mightily framed; this too shall pass. When, we don’t look at what’s seen; rather, fix our heart’s gaze on what can’t be seen. Will allow things seen in the here and now, give way to what eyes could never fathom, what the unseen revelation becomes. Hope in action, gives faith its prime directive. Endow the empowerment, provide the enlightenment. The newness of love’s living translation, not found in its interpretation; but perceived in its simplistic breadth, the totality of its revelation!

“For our present troubles are small and won’t last very long. Yet they produce for us a glory that vastly outweighs them and will last forever! So we don’t look at the troubles we can see now; rather, we fix our gaze on things that cannot be seen. For the things we see now will soon be gone, but the things we cannot see will last forever. ” 2 Corinthians 4:17-18 New Living Translation

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