Tag: Spiritual

Moving!

Your love moves, my soul trying to catch its breadth, but once again my heart’s perspective completely shifted. Your love so profoundly moving; forevermore it will surely take my breath, away on wings of love. My soul, trying to grasp the moment this love became so moving, how my heart became fluttering butterflies, caught within its rapture? Your love is like the wind, blows the mind, my heart swept like if a feather speechless within its embrace. Your love moves me, making me chase after my own heart, only to once again lose every breath, in love’s deepest spaces, finding my heart in such deep places. Every heartstring, wrapped up, tied up, tangled up within the crimson corals of love’s illustrious beauty. Drowning breathless within its ocean, its tender emotion. Perception of a heart too introverted, but even in love’s subtle motion, my quiet soul so persuasively moved, by its gentle sway. Of its pondered thoughts wander, search of the heart to find where the love ends, and the rhythm of my own heartbeat begins. Every day, my soul takes flight, tethered to love’s wing and a prayer, falling yet breathlessly. Every breath held tight; its muse clung to my soul so dearly. A love deeply moving, so breathtakingly sublime!

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Song Inspired; Home!

When I think of home, I don’t think of a place, without knowing love occupies a space. Deep within the crevices of my soul, love fills up the cavities, letting a heart feel at home. Tomorrow has a deceptive destination, the heart again and again finding out that it’s today, to again live free. If we’re not careful, we can find our well being in a place where brokenness takes up space, within the shape of one’s heart. Home, a place where palpably there’s an overflowing of love. Whenever the day becomes long and distracting, we wish to be at home, overwhelmed with its loving feeling. Wind makes tall grass bend, but in leaning, sway gives you its reason; warmth has a distinct season. When one’s soul longs to be home, one’s yearning enters into the space, where one’s heart can receive of love’s unbridled comfort. For in that moment without warning raindrops fall, and in its solace you feel of love’s reign, its sublime meaning. For the days that weigh heavily on your mind, mundane feelings trying to seep bitterly into your soul. In that moment, I know, know the where my thoughts end up being, of home. You see, if one’s heart isn’t careful, your mind can end up wandering between aimless spaces. A place where sometimes, living doesn’t feel like a brand new world, stepping out of your comfort zone. But yet the days, when step by step love’s journey is being confident, your heart living its best life. Knowing the intimate balance to live, love, laugh. Living encouraged of its seal, loving emboldened of its zeal, laughing persuaded that it’s real. The look inside one’s soul, the search of one’s heart, to see if there’s still room? Love and affection convincing time to slow down for just a moment, to allow your heart enough time to grow, heartily strengthened!

*** Whitney Houston’s version of the song “Home,” originated from the musical The Wiz, showcasing her vocal prowess and emotional depth. The song was famously performed on The Merv Griffin Show in 1983, marking a pivotal moment that introduced her to a wider audience. The lyrics of “Home” speak of longing for a place of love, peace, and belonging. Since 2018, and every year since, I’ve taken one of her songs and written a post on or near her birthday, to commemorate her life and legacy. ***

Home Video: https://images.app.goo.gl/YdCZTBgN83TMbSDP9

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Within the Contours!

Within the contours of my why, love’s divine meaning. Within the shape of my heart, the mosaic essence within love’s crimson hue. Within silhouette of my soul’s rhythmic significance, nuances of my love’s expression. Within the curves of my mind’s eye, the texturized reference of my love’s overarching context. Within the form of my being, the melodic nature of love’s perpetual breadth. Within profile of my poetic notion, my love’s deepest eMotion. Within the contoured beauty of love’s existence, the captivating grace of its purity, tracing the artistic character of my heart’s posture; contours of my why!

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Of its Home Comfort!

At home, love’s endearing best resting breathlessly on my chest, its breadth moving within every heartbeat. There’s never any heaviness, sustained within the weightlessness of its benevolence. Comfort of its charm, my soul feeling at home, nestled within the tenderness of its loving arms. Real love doesn’t seduce; but embolden its sincerity to produce the moments, becoming of its fragrant sublime. It’s never easy being vulnerable, knowing love isn’t always comfortable, giving love room for its essence to be forever faithful. Nature of its quintessence at home, strolling through the deepest parts of your soul. The beauty of its presence, lingering throughout the quiet spaces of your heart. Nuances of its divine invading the deep places of your heart’s affirmation. Beauty of its confidence, tugging endlessly on your every heartstring. The profound tapestry of its textured ink, its crimson hue seeping through the crevices of your heartfelt serenity. One’s heart exposed, your soul laid bare across the solace pages of your hopes and dreams. It feels like home, wrapped up submerged within its tranquil essence, within the overwhelming sway of love’s comforting embrace!

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Revisited; Double Dutch!

Heart, tell me, why the hesitation; are you waiting for the perfect moment? It’s been said, timing is everything, but even if you time it just right, heart, you might miss the moment for love to take a leap of faith, and exhale its deepest breath. Oh heart, once you get it, get into the groove. Not for what love has to prove, but one’s soul knowing how profound the breadth of love moves. Just know, a double-minded heart can find itself tangled up, skipping all the necessary steps needed to conquer fear of the unknown. So many think, the steps to success are about being good, yet not realizing; love for oneself is about knowing you’re enough. Hard work and dedication, passion never counts the cost, while digging deep requires love’s greatest sacrifice. A heart can be taught to bob and weave, but one’s love requires discipline, for its actions to be measured. Don’t just jump in, jump out of love, a heart relying on wit, one’s love never being a witness, to the nature of its steadfast grit. Love’s perseverance thrives knowing its truest strength, hence, of its consequential character. When in doubt, your heart is not organically striving, don’t throw your hands in the air, and wave it like you just don’t care. Dare to be different, a love losing sight of its mission, a heart making the wrong decision; letting a wayward mind dictate what becomes of your heart and soul’s resilience. Life can make it seem mind, body and soul are being swayed in opposite directions. Just remember, one’s faith tethered to love’s enabling breadth, emboldens its rhythmic cohesiveness. A vibrant heart overcomes adversities, not knowing one’s heartbeats per minute, rather how to exercise one’s deeply felt empowerment. Elated assurance of what love afforded, enlightenment of one’s elevated resolve! 

This is a revisited post, originally posted on Sep 11, 2019, with a fresh new take, of how it relates to our life’s stories!

*** Double dutch, a jump-rope game played with two long jump ropes, swung in opposite directions so that they cross rhythmically. *** 

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Of the Heavenly!

Love of a sublime gaze, love likened to the vastness of the heavenlies, its weightless gravity, felt within depth of being. Heart and soul, walking in love’s grace and favor, of its empowerment, of its enlightenment, of its endearing awakening. Its tender breadth resting gracefully upon you, one’s heart and soul traversing its beauty therein. If just, no what if’s, with wings and a prayer, the heavenly beckons you to its celestial plane. Love compelling as the wind, soft as an angelic shadow, inspiring like that of the heavenly. Divine love, of hearts marching in the spirit of unity, of communities living in harmony. Of love’s ability to display its serenity, of heart’s demonstrating the strength of its character. Of love’s light, perpetually shining, so deeply moving, breathlessly changing you; inside out. Of hearts built from the ground up, love’s spirited foundation, by design. It’s a glorious wonder, how love’s propensity eclipses mere feeling, so profound it feels heavenly. Love’s heartfelt remedy, of its breathtaking jubilee, heaven on earth!

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Of its Decorative Landscape, 2025!

Vibrant Hue!
Crimson Landscape!

Colourful Ambiance!
Decorative Aura!

Of its natural beauty, flowery essence of its vibrant charm, deep healing of love’s fragrant balm. Of rosy cheeks red, colorful calm of violet’s blue. Of love’s nature, its ambiance capturing the nuances of its eclectic hue, of few hearts able to resist its picturesque impression. Heart’s crowned with its endearing brilliance, the textured reign of heaven’s due. Captivating radiance of its enchanted allure, never to be eclipsed of words’ ten thousandth reason. Of love’s perpetual aura flourishing deeply, enriched by the serenity found within its ten billionth season. Of its unchained melody, the angelic chorus tells of its symphonic breadth, swaying whispers within the wind. Its rapturous vibes, beautifying one’s heart and soul, with its awe and wonder. There’s not enough paint in the world to texturize the magnitude of love’s splendor. Discovered within the mosaic of its beautiful landscape, the warmth of its decorative presence blossoming so divinely!

*** These, a collection of floral landscapes I’ve taken pictures of over the past couple of months. The original photo, and a texturized version through the lens of my heart’s decorative interpretation! Hopefully you enjoyed them!

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Of its Texturized Vulnerability!

I can admit when it came to matters of the heart, it was never easy knowing how to be truly vulnerable. Learning how express one’s heart, not worrying about how steeped the words spilt, how texturized the love seeped. A love story would never be remiss, if words didn’t get in the way of its tender kiss. When its fire burns, it’s felt deep within one’s bones. Sometimes, the flame of its truth does flicker, when its refrain doesn’t know any better, but restrain the light of its essence. So many times, foolishly we chase after it breathlessly like the wind, not comprehending one’s heart is deeply moved by the strength of love’s divine breadth. We tend to spend a lifetime trying to measure up, when love is about the heart showing up, to allow love to profoundly show out. Love grows in stature, indicative of one’s heartfelt posture. One’s faith elevated, its words and actions being related, leaving one’s heart and soul elated. Love likened to a merry-go-around way, leaves you perplexingly feeling in a roundabout way. Its amusement becoming but an emotional daze, never becoming of the heart’s captivating gaze. One’s heart, has to study to let the proof be how one’s soul learned to listen, for love’s small still whispers. Words should never feel like love caught up within a flow, the consideration never of its illustrious afterglow. Love, doesn’t need pretty words to display its artistic beauty, to reveal the breathtaking depth of its poetic nature. Its context, predicated as a pretext than of a natural expression, an encounter subjectively complex. Of love’s mosaic exposure, the fabric of one’s soul bared, the heart’s nuances exposed. Yes, I can admit when it comes to matters of the heart, though it’s never easy being vulnerable. Vulnerability is the place where love extracts of your soul, the most illuminating story that will surely leave, fairytales utterly speechless!

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Motivation’s triumph; Active while Waiting!

Another level, one’s soul catching its second wind, to finish strong, soaring higher on the wings of love. A change of lifestyle, requires an alteration of one’s mindset, pursuant of a heart’s lifetime of devotion. Activity, not just indicative of the heart’s momentous pursuits, but what therein remains of love’s actionable breadth, its heartfelt muse being your soul’s poetic notion in motion. While waiting, for one’s dreams to release its inevitable breakthrough, one’s hopes remaining optimistically engaged, until its physicality revealed. One’s hopes being proactive, til the manifestation of it bares fruit. Mind, body, and soul involved in the creative process, one’s heartbeat remaining diligently strong. Circumstances are indifferent, it won’t take into count feelings, but will surely yield to your resolve its recompense. Differences are realized, one’s passion remaining vigorous while yet waiting, situations to offer you its compassion. A spirited soul encouraging its heart’s vital sense of intentionality, motivation’s triumph progressing intuitively, moved by one’s resilience indubitably!

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Inked!

Deep within my soul, a crimson love story seeps, penned its composition keeps. Etched upon the tablet of my heart, the end still being inked, of a mind and soul living synced. Love is the ink, my heart just the pen, versed to spill the tea. Plot involving, of my heart and soul’s evolving, the artistic breadth of one’s inked love provoking. Constant it flows, consisting of some of life’s woes. Yet, endlessly my love pours inked, a never ending love story. Transformation of a heart being led, penciled thoughts redefined, of love permanently inked, its essence defined. Every soul has its tipping point, love of a harmonious well, spills of one’s heart profoundly textured, visibly inked. By design, love’s artistry leaves its truest mark, of its fluidity drying so clear. One’s heart revealing, the tapestry of one’s innermost, love inked transparently pure!

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