Tag: Spiritual

Mean Something!

If your heart is privileged, to be able live a lavished life, but your love not a symbol, of an intentional lifestyle; the love will mean nothing. If you’re able, to rub shoulders with the rich and famous, but your love still not enriched with kindness. How will that influence, benefit someone else’s life? Without giving back, some of love’s intrinsic nature, at best, it’s love devoid of its true meaning. At worst, make something come of its sway. Wealth of love, not about getting, but giving; having means nothing. Your words can go down in history, as profound, but if someone can’t understand, the content within the heart. Words become meaningless, without the context to provide it, something meaningful. If the heart doesn’t resonate love’s significance, the words will be void of its transcendent value. Love is not meant for sometimes, but all the time, regardless of the someone. If, love is not for everyone, then it’s not love, just something. For me and my heart, if love wasn’t for everyone, my love story would be meaningless. Nevertheless, feelings will never get between, how the love will unfold, the story told. My hope, everyone’s love can mean something, truly. Love could never be love, if from an empty place. Every heart wants to receive, but the best love, comes from the deepest place. Loving that’s true, doesn’t weigh if it’s convenient, but acts knowing the inconvenient, doesn’t weigh what’s possible. We should never be too indifferent, to not show your heart, to someone’s need. Life loses its true meaning, if someone else’s humanity, becomes less than. If we’re not moved, when love presents your heart, with a moving scene. How can your love truly say, your compassion is for everyone? Without love, it all means nothing. We all have it within, to make our love, mean Something!

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The Breadth in Her Soul!

The breadth in her love, a divine imagery, a portrait of heart and soul. Her tears, deepens her faith, her hope, strengthens her resolve. Wounds heal, time reveals, how a strong woman, overcomes. Despite her flaws, her breadth is undeniable. Elevated love, expanded heart. The extent of her love, reaches. To let the soul take hold, your love be emboldened; make known her quintessence. The depth of her love, deepens, profoundly. The life felt in her bones, know the depth in her soul. To know it, for her to let it; the spirit of her love, hover the deep places of her humanity. Down in her soul, her love moves, entrenches her being; encompassing her worth. Her wants, her needs, desires released, her essence unmasked. Within her deepest breath, a pause, the exhale; her heartfelt expressions. Her quiet beauty, eclipsed by her gentle soul; love personified. Her heart beats gracefully, her love given completely. The art of becoming, the portrait of her being displayed; the breadth in her soul!

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Song Inspired; I Look to You!

When, you lay your heart down, face your soul, to the horizon. Beyond the stars, beyond the moonlight, beyond shadows of doubt, heaven is listening, to your every heartbeat. When words feel lost, faith can’t see past indifference. Rest your hope in this, the breadth of love, will meet you where you are. True love, knows the gravity, knows how to be your oxygen. When breathing isn’t so easy, in love’s divine embrace, living becomes easier, When, your heart can’t find the words, to love’s sublime melody, to make your soul sing. Look deep within yourself, love’s everlasting sound, plays within the void, throughout creation’s verse. To make every heart beat stronger, every captured hue, becomes love’s picturesque beauty. After giving it your all, and all your strength seems gone? Just know this, with all what your heart will have to go through, don’t lose hope. To get to the other side, is to go through. Storms will bring the rain, tears will cast its clouded sway. And even though, the sun hides behind a misty perception. Every darkened moment, will always give way to the dawn!

When it feels, like the levees are breaking, let the walls come down. After the mist dissipates, when the rain stops falling, and the clouds roll away; love’s light comes shining. And even if, your breath starts pleading, your soul still feels like it’s drowning, sinking to rise no more, love is the lifeline. If defeat starts calling, and it seems you’re losing the battle. Even if, the fight is just trying to keep it together, be strong. Hold on, don’t let go, hope is never lost. When you know, love is the pathway, that leads to happiness. When you’re hurting, when your heart is grieving, if your faith becomes disillusioned. That’s when, you look to love, to be your stronghold. Your peace in the midst of the storm, the anchor within the depths of your sorrow. One step at a time, one foot in front of the other, how the heart gets one step closer, to reclaim your victory. Isn’t it, just like love, to be that perfect point of view. To show, you’re stronger than you know. In the darkest times, look to the heavens, for that glimmer of hope. Love, will be the shining star, resonating within your heart, and soul!

I look to you, a song by the late, Whitney Houston. Every year for the last four, I’ve written a post for her birthday, with one of her songs in tribute. It was released in 2009, and was awarded the NAACP Image Award; for outstanding song. August 9, 1963, to February 11, 2012

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Wednesday Proverb; the Pathway!

Life, has many pathways, some beautiful, some colorful, some purposeful, some profound. Some yellow brick, some fickle but; never give up. Some are enlightened, some darkened, some tree-lined, some defined, some rooted. Some pathways promising, some providing, some reflecting, some revealing, some winding. Some the way, some to make you stray, off love’s destined journey. The wide way, paved with wants. The narrow sway, paves love’s divine way. Some paths are for searching, some have you hoping, some for the knowing; the course, the action, for deep reflection. Future paths, sometimes disputable. Living life to its fullness, your worth becomes indisputable. The pathway to progress, the choices we make. Sometimes, the proverbial wrong path is chosen, but that doesn’t mean, your destiny; not predestined, for the getting. Along the path, get some wisdom, some understanding, but most of all, with all your getting; get your heart right…

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Good vibes!

Smile Jamaica, don’t let everyone, or everything, steal your beauty, and your happiness. People will play, the games they play, but everything will be alright. Throw, all your troubles away, let nothing ever sway your soul. It’s your simplicity, the good vibes, that makes everyone come to stay. Fry up some fish, and some breadfruit for dinner. Don’t, ever let them tell you any different, you were born to be a winner. Out of many, one people. Cool runnings, what my heart wants to see. Every heartbeat, swaying to the riddim. Everybody, loving island style, with one love, one heart, as one family; good vibes felt all over. Independent hearts and minds, rocking to the Jamdown groove. Caribbean people, whether you’re in the gully or the trench, let your heart not be troubled. Though, many rivers to cross, it’s never sink or swim, but having the strength to persevere. Let every heart say, love, hold me in your arms, rock me in your embrace. Jamaica, dreams to come true, with the hope you have found. Just like an angel, whenever you need love, it will swoop in to be, your saving grace. So, put it up, up, up, jump up and wave, celebrate your independence. For your good, it ah turn, love is turning it around. Be like a tree, planted by the water, that won’t let your love be uprooted, because the roots go deep. Put on, some lovers rock, let the fragrance of island loving, hold you sweetly; independently, Good Vibes, every day!

Jamaican piece:

Big up, to all of the Jamaican massive, on WordPress. All my bredren and sistren, much respect. Make fi yuh love, sweet like sugga, let the sweetness tek ova. Yuh done know, bless the One, and let the blessings flow. Don’t worry, with the fussing and the fighting, the mix up, mix up. Let fi yuh light shine, lose interest for everything fleshly. Bredren, every day; kiss up pan fi yuh sweet island girl. Her love is like candy, but don’t say she ah fi yuh sweetie. Treat her, like a nubian queen!

Historical facts:

After more than 300 hundred years of British colonial rule, Jamaica gained independence on August 6, 1962. The road to independence was long and hard, but with prominent and instrumental figures such as, Sir Alexander Bustamante, and Norman Manley, Jamaica gained its freedom for self-governance. In Jamaica, this date is celebrated as Independence Day, a national holiday! I was born there, left at age six, and have been living in Canada since!

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Wednesday Proverb; Displayed Kindness!

Kindness, the most lovely gift, freely given from the heart. Its beauty, likened to a precious treasure. Don’t bury it, deep within the pit of the soul, share it, with a heart in need. Wear it well, inscribe it with heartfelt words of love. Don’t put, your heart on a shelf, displayed as a badge of honor. Instead, honor someone’s humanity, with your heart. Don’t ever, take kindness for granted. For someday, your heart may be in need of it. Hope never gives up, kindness lifts up, love builds up. Love, sweeten with honesty, tastier than honey, more satisfying than a cup of empty words. Test the proverbial water, so your heart can profoundly know. How refreshing and delightful, sincere love becomes. Kindness is like an ointment, when applied with a generous amount of love, heals open scars. Before, the heart can press in, love first has to lean in; with gentleness, meekness, humility. True acts of kindness, are never random, they are intentional. A heart, engaged with endearing kindness, marries hope, to grace. Roses red, violets blue, what’s more beautiful, than a soul displaying, love’s deep crimson hue!

“Don’t ever forget kindness and truth. Wear them like a necklace, write them on your heart.” Proverbs 3:3

“Anxiety weighs the heart, a kind word makes the soul rejoice.” Proverbs 12:25

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The Narrative; Seen!

What will the narrative be, when being seen gives an account; what does love look like? So many hearts pounder, can I be seen, will my worth be noticed; can erratic tendencies, become unseen? What can my heart do, for my humanity to be seen? Do I, have to pound against the unseen, shatter glass ceilings? Let it cut a thousand ways, to show my crimson hue. Barriers, breaking down the barriers, lets the soul breathe, the heart become seen. The art of overcoming, seeing fear drown, within unconditional love. Heard, if clamoring voices would become silent, every heart, would be heard. Within the flesh, love pushes against the narrative, to let the perception be. What the heart perceives, what the soul receives. Love wide open, leaves the heart exposed, into you to see. Some hearts race, some souls roar, some heartbeats thunder, piercing the mundane. So, the silence won’t become deafening, but the love profoundly telling; how your story matters. I am, we are; emotional, sympathetic, sentimental, compassionate, our love sometimes problematic. Some days feel long, the heart’s longing apparent. In an instant, the realization can feeling; your quintessence, inconsequential. Love’s endearing gaze, what makes a heart, feeling seen. Though, one’s pain is invisible, they are inevitable, the heart’s reality. But, with every rise and fall, with every breath taken, another glimpse, another encounter. The relevance, the evidence of being seen, becoming love’s heartwarming scene. The heart, though unseen, every desire the same, to be… Seen!

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By Design; Picturesque Perspective!

Like a beautiful sunflower, deep love grows vibrantly, blossoms faithfully, flourishes naturally, sways gracefully. Love’s picturesque hue, reveals its essence. Its presentation bears good seed, representation of its growth. Perfection, not needed for a flower to survive. Unwavering devotion, deepens the roots, so the love can thrive!

Profound love, doesn’t become better because you got older. It’s profoundly deeper, because love, makes the heart able!

Love’s endearing portrayal, not what eyes can see, but what the soul believes. A heart, captured by the lens of love’s true beauty, will never lose sight of how, picturesque it has always been!

A little bit about myself. I don’t take selfie’s, don’t even have one on my phone, or any online. The Portrait here, is an old family photo we took about ten years ago, and turned into a design. Hope you enjoyed, today’s by design post!

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Wednesday Proverb; Get Wisdom!

Wisdom, what heart can not afford it, what soul can truly live without it? It, will never be sold out, worth its weight, more precious than silver and gold. It can’t be bought, but can be grasped, its existence brought to bear. Wisdom, won’t let you sell yourself short. It’s never a stretch, to say it’s attainable, never out of reach, it’s sustainable. Even, an indifferent heart knows its worth. Its divine essence, eclipses time and space. When you’ve found it, cherish it, embrace it; keep it, close to your heart. For, the understanding will instruct, be your best friend. In your darkest moments, insight becomes the lantern, leading you to the path forward. And if, indifference tries to sway, wisdom says no way; fleeting words, can’t sway a made up heart. Wisdom, guards the heart, guides the mind. Won’t let the heart become complacent, won’t allow faith to be stagnant. In what, a heart hopes to attain, one thing needs to be this. Having, life’s proverbial teacher, will be a heart and soul, knowing how to exercise sound prudence. Why, whatever the cost, in all your getting; get wisdom!

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