Tag: Spiritual

The Epiphany; We’re Not Together!

I’m the kind of person, that doesn’t like being late, going anywhere. Even to this day, you can set your watch, to my internal clock. I could give the time of my arrival to the minute, even hours in advance. If, I said I would be arriving at 4:23 pm, and someone said, see you by 4:30. I said no, see at 4:23pm. My daughter and friends, even made a game of it, and laughed every time I showed up, at the exact time I said. Yeah, punctuality and I, were best of friends, not noting the message it sent. How it left another’s heart, wondering where do I stand, if not hand in hand? The Epiphany, not yet revealed to my heart. You see, my wife was time conscious, but did not hold it in high esteem, like I did. Whenever, my wife and I had somewhere to be Together. Time would whisper in my ear, let’s go. My words conveying it to her, she saying out loud, don’t rush my heart. So, my heart paced, time cased my mind. The Epiphany, what a moment in the future, would enlighten!

So, time sent us on our way, the mood still, time whispering, cutting it close. We get to the parking, but all the close spots taken. Knowing, we can still be on time, maybe even get a good seat, if we walked fast. So, I walk faster, hoping she will keep up? Only to hear, wait; “We’re Not Together.” And even though, I heard it time and time again, the Epiphany, eluded the years, outpaced my heart. Leaving love wondering, how could it ever be incidental, if the breadth reveals its totality? You see, synchronization of hearts occurs, when togetherness takes hold, of time and space. Said that, to say this. Years later, the Epiphany, was made clear, you’re leaving me; “We’re Not Together,” When, time knows its place, love therefore in its totality, never becomes; Counterintuitive!

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We Are!

Stronger, we are, stronger than we truly know. Fearless, we are, braver than we believe we can be. Powerful, we are, powerful when we don’t let fear steal our destiny. Overcomer, we are, fearless when we resist the urge to surrender our power. Fierce, we are, to let our heart roar like a lion, our passion rise from the ashes like an eagle. Mightier, we are, mightier than what tries to conquer our resolve. Resilient, we are, one’s resilience is not measurable, only measured by the determination in one’s heart. Vulnerable, we are, vulnerable when we allow negativity to stifle growth. We are, what we allow to shape our heart, its created purpose!

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Portrait of Love!

Portrait of Love

Love, paints a realistic portrait, its imagery, portrayed a thousand different ways. Its vibrancy, vivid in its natural state, transparent. Its crimson hue, deepens its allure, pure. Its enlightened portrayal, its lighthearted nature, warmth. Its artistry, its simplistic expression, genuine. Its beauty, its breathless silhouette, love. Its most enduring quality, the texture of its endearing fabric. Whispers of its presence, echoing around the world, escaping through the pores of the heart. The most beautiful love, a portrait and its portrayal, love’s true essence!

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The Space Between!

Every day, the wading between, life and Death. A heart, trying to breathe in drowning waters, a soul struggling to avoid life’s quicksands. Live, Love, Laugh, within the space between, and all it’s meant to be. Striving and Thriving, the pursuit to be, indeed, be the reality. Passion, never counts the cost. Some days, our heart goes through the fire, to not be consumed. A heart under fire, battling the heat of the moment, trying to keep its composure. One day at a time, chasing Hopes and Dreams, Valleys and Mountains, Lost but Found. Heart and Soul, truth be told, in the space between. Here and Now, the nexus, Time and Space. The heart willing, but oh, the flesh, yes, all the feelings, and all of its healing. The strength to be, the power setting you free, empowering the breadth inside, what resilience can’t hide. The pursuing, and the reckoning, the reconciling, and the navigating; Doubts and Beliefs. Mind, body, soul and, all in the space between!

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Within Love’s Hush!

Within love’s hush, chaos loses its voice, the world’s madness quieted. In love’s hush, whenever tears fall, it never impacted a heart’s resolve. To never let its imprint, rewrite a soul’s destiny. In love’s reign, fears wash away, cascade like a breathtaking water fall, never touching the depth of my soul. In love’s shush, erratic heartbeats are stilled, a heart held gently, hushed tenderly, loved so completely. A soul laid bare, knows its heart could never dare, find a hush so fare, leaving you breathless in its loving care. Fed profoundly, filled deeply, moved so sincerely. In love’s divine hush, birds have nest, foxes its dens, flowers its garden bed. Peace and contentment are emboldened, enlightened by love’s quiet contemplation. Whenever, anger lurks intent to overwhelm my heart’s serenity, my soul hides within love’s calming embrace. Where, words are never needed, my heart and soul left speechless. Knowing, silence could never be deafening, when your breath lies deep, within love’s endearing hush!

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Wednesday Proverb; Finding Balance!

Everyone, at some point searches, to find that proverbial balance. Some search in quiet spaces, time releasing its gravitational tug, on heartstrings, and mind filled things. Some search high, others search low, but even if heights encounter woes, keep the faith, hope is never lost. A cup is never empty, half full becoming the balanced perception. Balance taught, begets balanced thought. Heart training the mind, to not just be aligned, but fall in line. So many search, willing balance to be, but failing to see. Finding balance, not in the recovery, but knowing the trajectory. And though, life lurks to upend, don’t let ego offend, your confidence pretend. Enlightened serenity, deepened tranquility; emboldened harmony. Quality of movement, breadths between every heartbeat. Supply and demand, lifestyle, and a realistic plan. Mind, body, soul, working hand in hand, within the master plan. Strength gained, composure attained, balance retained. Some, search to find it in you, but tell me who, can find it for you? Some search for it, between the sheets of a good night’s sleep, but riddle me this peeps. “If love seeps, and darkness creeps, can finding balance keep, if with getting we haven’t learned, how to search deep?” Those, who look inside the heart, find out balance is never lost, sometimes misplaced!

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Love’s Breathless Silhouette!

Within our midst, love hovers, within the breadth of its wings, love covers. When love speaks, its deep soliloquy resonates, to let its essence convey, what mere words struggle to say. In the darkness, love lingers in the shadows, blanketing with the warmth of its presence. Its radiance, revealing the might of its breathtaking silhouette. Letting the heart know, even in the darkest hours, deeply love holds you, in its gentle embrace. The soul knowing, it permeates the depth of being. In daydreams, the soul glimpses its existence, the quintessence of its heartfelt beauty. The heart’s gaze, captured by its allure, the soul swept by its endless forevermore. Its beautiful imagery, its redefining symmetry, not even time, or space can sway. Becoming the heart’s one thing, the everlasting thing; hours, through a figurative glass could never sift. Love notes of the heart, etched within the pages of the soul. An invitation, to let love’s breathless silhouette know. Your heart and soul’s pathway rendered, with the hues of love’s petaled laid bare, silhouetting the sands of time!

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Purposeful Planting!

In every season, intentional planting, reaps a beautiful harvest. Love’s enriched soil, rested gently on the heart, a soul laid bare. Purposeful sowing, seedlings of love deeply rooted, the manifestation of, within the transcendence of. Digging deep, puts love out there to be soiled, by earth’s indifference. But, even if your heart gets a bit scuffed, plant faithfully. Love’s harvest, will surely yield the pollinated essence of its botanical bounty. Rose colored love, blossoms in thornless crimson hue. Home grown organic love, blooms its authenticity, fruitful in its holistic simplicity. Purposeful planting, harvested becomes love’s herbal remedy. Garden planted with love, life taking place, its breadth flourishing. Into something natural, something good, something divine, love’s intrinsic nature. In times of sunshine, or moments of shade. A heart feeling love’s brilliant light, also needs its cascading water, to be its saving grace. Faithfulness, planted with love’s inherent vibrancy, grows emboldened with its tenderness. Purposeful planting, of love’s fertile garden, yielding of its substantive abundance!

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