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Motivation’s Sway; Discover your Power!

 

Power, to what degree, indicative of one’s accretion, determinative of one’s expectation. Worth, to what intrinsic, discovered to what in its significance you believe. Spirit, life force of one’s innermost, empowering state of mind, freeing the heart’s frame of reference. Degree of character, degree of passion, degree of courage, degree of intentionality; facilitating degree of probability, the discovery. Head to heart, only the start; if one degree off between, destiny would never reach its intended reality. A rudderless heart, drifting from its beliefs, would never perceive what needs to be. Ability to direct, influencing its preconceived outcome. Power zone, keeping the weight of love’s fundamental breadth, close to your heart, your strength’s greatest discovery. Where vulnerability isn’t defined as weakness, derived as being resilience. Discovering, resides within believing, doubts would never  have the capability to overpower, your heart’s unwavering posture. Standing tall, doesn’t mean you won’t at times fall; nevertheless, answer the call, to your potential. Aligning your heart horizontally, with the lens of a vertical sincerity, landscape’s clarity visualized organically. A representation positive, a life lived well comparative, motivation being instinctively powerful. Heart and soul going through stages, discovering the totality of its sway, your power within revealed!

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Home!

Home, where the heart is, where love provides for one’s soul. I have a house, but, that’s not when I feel, at home. I have a place, to lay head, rest my weary heart, but not the moments, my soul is at ease. I have acquired much abundance, but food not what fills me, deep love what fulfills. In my house, I have many rooms, in which freedom to be, do whatever the heart feels, but, that would never be a home, unless love what makes room. My house, has things to keep thoughts entertained, of sight and sound. Yet, they could never convey, that it’s not the content of one’s home, that values the true essence of its worth. Every soul within, context that it brings, breadth of love’s heartfelt kin; providing all its warmth within. My soul feels, my heart peels, back the layers to what that reveals, wages of love’s essential hue. If, sharing is caring, then daring is preparing; your soul to have room. There’s no perfect home, love makes imperfections feel homey. A heart, truly at home, awakens at the cusp of every dawn; feeling beautifully drenched, of love’s breathless dew. A soul knowing, life is but a breath, live it well. Home, the heart’s safe place, its hideaway, soul’s constant provision. An anchor in life’s storms, making available love’s oxygen. Moments are, what moments become, love’s intended sum; home, in one’s heart!

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Right Standing!

Standing right, my love seeing of thee, I am a tree, my sway indicative of its poetry. Standing upright, height of my worth see horizons, my sights beyond the peripheral. Standing majestically, my expectations act realistically, love’s silhouette illuminating my heart and soul fantastically. Standing tall, I don’t fear the fall, when love beckons, my soul answers the call. Standing just, to fathom deepest places my soul must. On the cusp of forevermore, my roots shake off the dust, keeping my heart’s soil moist, perpetually free to seep. I stand amazed, of if words matter, why do so many, fail standing up to the test of time? I Love You, those magic words, sounding so symbolic, but yet, needing to be substantive in its truest form, irrevocably. Of love, it doesn’t need time, to be the rhyme, or become the reason, in every season. Becoming a part of you, where it begins and you end, so profound it won’t bend. What never stands to differ, strands of its breadth that won’t ever quiver, under pressure of being unequivocal. Love, knowing how to strum tangible strings, sings the sweetest of melodies, what stands acoustic in its own right. What moves heaven and earth, to give you depth of its being. Love, all you need it to be, stands up right, as everything precious. Stands right in front of you, being where you need it to be. Not by chance, but for every heart’s glance, indicative of a heartfelt stance. What runs to you, like a poetic prance. What stand on its word, unapologetically; faithful love, stands upright under analysis. Bares its soul, for a closer examination, of your heart’s innate posture. Love in right standing, will always transcend fight or flight. Will never capitulate to what might, only to what ascends new heights. Standing true, rhythm of love not swayed, by synthesized blues. One’s heart and soul, so deeply moved, compelled to be of love’s breathless muse, captured by the essence of its boundless hue!

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Motivation’s Sway; Trying!

Tell me, does my heart please you, does my soul speak love’s truth? With all my heart, I’m trying; but a thousand words, fail to tell the tale. Love has a story, but moreover, who gets the glory. With everything within me, myself, yeah I, do; do love you. I am, truly trying, to see you through the lens of my own tainted heart. But yet, I surely bet, over the years, my soul, you must have needed to vet. Do I, oh, does my; love make you feel deeply loved, graceful like a dove? What am I trying to say, the struggle is real, trying to not let life, get between your heart and mine. But nevertheless, I’m trying, keeping focus on planting seeds of love, and not allow its bloom be eaten by life’s indifferent locust. My heart beats, not trying to race, but my soul make haste, my love keep pace. I’m trying, never keep your heart waiting, give love without delay. Why, should my heart ever be presumptuous, think I could ever keep your heart waiting; just because your love, made my own heart skip a beat? Lay your love gently on my heart, listen to my soul; my motivation’s sway. Sincerely you will find, my every heartbeat’s trying, but your deep love so, overwhelms my heart and soul!

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Playful Words; Old Sole!

My shoes, indicative of an old sole; years are irrelevant, tears inevitable. Fear, plays no role in determining, my sole’s worth. This old soul of mine, stitched, enriched. Etched deep within my being; I am, an old soul. Wise beyond years, because, deeply love peers. Helping my soul, withstand cascading tears. At the crux, of life’s systematic flux, love’s enduring nexus. On the other foot, with situation reversed; will always put best foot forward, to walk a mile. Within depth of my sole, weariness takes its toll. Some days, I slip into the day with ease, but mostly, I lace up my heart, tangibly gird my soul. So juxtapose, when life’s briskness sways, brushing up against my sole. My heart, won’t be at risk tripping, over a wayward ego. Days, when the sun doesn’t shine, love’s endearing reign seeps, causing my whether proofed soul, become drenched… deeply. Every day, the never ending quest, not to beat my chest, but pass love’s endless test. My sole’s conquest, my heart knowing; distance overcomes the miles. Love isn’t a contest, but heartfelt moments, swayed by its soulful context. In living, we ponder bodies getting buffed, not realizing, our souls are getting scuffed. Acting tuff, until someone calls our bluff; our facade wearing it well, but our posture has its tell. To those whom we love, we must be willing to bare our soul, show our vulnerability. Soles of our feet, taking the first step, towards healing, enlightenment. Oh, my soul, reminiscing the days of old, of a sole so bold; rejecting capitulation, longevity’s toil. New horizons, life’s traversing of an old sole, one’s heart journeying to deep places. Revealing the fabric of your soul’s innermost; wherewith, love’s instrumental means are found. With every step taken, unearthing its enableable breadth, love’s sublime meaning!

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Perpetual Bloom!

Of a perpetual bride, her heart cannot hide, her soul, drowning within love’s crimson tide. Her soul swept away, perpetually blushing, love knows her name. For no reason, her heart moved to tears, reminiscing the years, endearing love soothing her fears. Her mind never pondering, heart never wondering He loves me, he loves me not; does he truly love me? Oh, her love, isn’t tied up in knots. His love, not words, deeply says all her heart needs to know; I love you, dearly. Therefore, why would she ever bridle her tears? When, never-ending, they never need a reason; to winter, spring, summer, Fall. Her perpetual bloom, knows love doesn’t need April showers; to behold love blossoming beautifully. Love’s ageless stream, cascading through her; a deep river woman, is she. Her heart, beaming breathlessly. Her soul, reinvigorated inhaling its scent, love’s perpetual loom. Telling her softly, provoking her to once again; unbridled her heart and soul, jump the broom. Be one, with a heart well groomed, who forever makes room, never allowing love to assume. And even though, a heart’s posture will shift its position. Deep down, devoted love the never-changing decision; fertile love, needs room to bloom. Knowing, perpetual battles, just perennial cycles, which needs love’s perpetual breadth. To make every deep chasm moment, be what true love only fathom. Tethered hearts, still falling into love’s wedded bliss. Its glory, its story, its timeless muse; of love’s perpetual bloom!

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A Mother’s Love, Gives Faith to Believe!

Mommy, to my little heart, your love feels so divine, in my soul so sublime. Softly, tenderly, your love beats my little drum, like a lullaby your heart hums. When my love grows nice and strong, because of you, it will be my heart’s song. You give me the faith to believe, I crawl to know someday; on your love I can stand. And when, my faith questions if I can, your love reassures me. It will always be there, to lend a hand. Your love seeps, it keeps, worry free my worth sleeps. Mama, thank you, for letting my soul feel consoled; curled up within your love. Lying on its strength, hearing a heartbeat’s ballad, love beating through your big beautiful soul. Through, the lens of a baby’s heart, your love is my world, regardless of what my needs may hurl. Mom, you are my protector, my love whisperer, indeed. Just know, when my little heart’s grown, and seeming light years away. Deep inside my soul I know, if my heart feels broken. Your arms are always open, for my soul to run into. Your heartstrings, forever holding on to me. Please know, even when, my love goes through a faze, it’s just a haze; hurting you, in heartfelt ways. Your faithful love, it keeps my faith intact; to profoundly believe, in love’s maternal gaze. You see me, you get me; my every goo, speaks to you. Mummy, whenever, tears blurred my vision, fear make some decisions, your love was never missing. Even when, I choose not to listen; within life’s hush, your voice rings through, your loving still whispers. Mother, may I, take your love to have and to hold; wedded forever my heart and soul. It’s the dearest, your heart the fairest. It gives me faith to believe, give me the resolve to trust; within your love I’ve found rest. Even if, hopes and dreams are fading, your heart is ever shining, in a love worth finding. Teach my heart, preach to my worth, breach the depth of my soul, until your love reaches the place only it alone can fathom. You give life, you are love. It makes my soul so Happy, to know every day; my heart you will be. It’s so sweet, to trust your heart; feel the breadth of your love, resting deeply upon my soul!

*** Happy Mother’s Day, to all the wonderful mothers! May your heart be forever known, for all the love shown! ***

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Wednesday Proverb; How, Why; Grace!

How fortunate, be a soul so moved, by love’s favorable daze. A heart in a place, its breadth swayed, your soul amazed in such a way. Where you see How, subtly love captures one’s gaze, and understanding Why, it breaks through the haze. How, in its magnificent way, it cradles the heart, and Why; new life is breathed into a soul, just going through the motions, of a daunting faze. A heart and soul elated, knowing love’s magnificence doesn’t rely on a soul’s maturity; to propel a heart into its destiny, with confidence. What’s only perceived, with a fundamental shift to the perspective of one’s How; becoming a precipitous encounter, with Why? How, the perception of one’s soul is changed, knowing; the grace in one’s life, positions one’s heart to do something amazing, within someone else’s life. Both hearts, left in awe, not wondering the How, but Why; does Grace, love so deeply?

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Motivation’s Living; Intentionally!

Live strong, live longing, live to be, intentional with your heart. And if, fear comes to steal your joy, tell it with confidence. I won’t be coy, to let you think my heart’s a toy. Love focused, being, loving the best way you know how. To the unknown, never cow, to indecision never bow; love shows intentionally how. Laugh out loud, chuckle at indifference, trying to get your resolve to buckle. Pressure, without measure, faith that stands tall in every whether. Laugh long, live true; it will keep your love accountable. Love, just a symbol, could never be intentionally nimble. To love deeply, live purposefully, laugh spontaneously. True loving, an intentional lifestyle, living a heartfelt freestyle; knowing, laughing never goes out of style. Only, enhances how the heart loves, how the soul lives. How all together, it influences heart and soul, to benefit someone else’s life!

*** Live, Love, Laugh; Intentionally! ***

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