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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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Droplets!

Droplets, that drenches the heart, drowns the soul. Awakening life’s moments, with the sound of morning melodies. Droplets of heaven’s dew, resting breathlessly on the morning’s hue, precipitated breadth of dawn’s moistened excess. Droplets of love’s purity, of its clarity, of its divine fluidity. Overflowing, overwhelming, life’s complacent levees. Rainy days, misty moments, seeping from within, droplets of hope, of dreams. And, for those hearts loving wide open, a soul bared unfettered. Knowing more than this, lies beyond the mist. Living, out one’s ornate purpose, ones spirit basking in the tenor of, love’s beautiful reign!

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Vowed!

Solemnly, vow deepens breadth of time, moments a heart never lets slip, through the transparency of hour’s glass. In to me it sees, out of actions it knows, commitment will make it my solemn truth. Deeply, vowed depth transcends. Not space, nor time can eclipse what’s at hand. The sublime significance of its kind, the soul so inclined, to never relinquish heartfelt moments in time. Profoundly, love’s assurance, never says there won’t be stumbles, the unintended fumble, the occasional grumble, days with deep within rumbles, souls needing to be fed. Beyond falling, in love; love’s endearing momentum should always, make the butterflies tumble. Sincerely, the moment the pledge is given, love states clearly, but the heart still needs to act. Letting it be known, it’s not a one-off encounter, but pledge of one’s heart, a lifetime of love’s endless glimpses. A racing heart stopped, with a gaze into one’s soul. Avowed love, meaningless if not true, pointless if not enacted. Two hearts momentous journey, to their one heartbeat’s forevermore!

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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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Wednesday Proverb; Peace Be!

Peace will be, a soul hoping for it, so shall it be. Peace be given, a heart seeking for it, that shall it find. Peace becoming one’s innermost, daily knocking at the door of the heart, its nuance received in kind; imparted peace of mind. Hindsight in its twenty, twenty, the enlightenment of its lifeblood, the sustenance in its assurance. Times of peace, moments emboldened by love’s outspoken soliloquy, resonating within nature of its intrinsic calm. Not allowing careless whispers, make one’s soul become a callused heart. Love’s enduring peace, doesn’t intervene with intent to overwhelm; interject to display its beauty. Its serene hush, its endearing might, found within its gentle embrace. Finding its stillness, knowing its serenity. For when, tears flow in quiet streams, but in the heart’s peaceful sure. The sands of time, slip the soul into its rest, anchored within love’s tranquil river. In its quietness, a change in one’s perspective, in one’s perception; peace in one’s heart, in one’s life. So, with its subtle sway, quintessential becomes its breadth; the realization of inner peace. How, does peace become, will forever be? To let it be, be still to know its, quintessence!

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By Design; Wings of A Feather!

Metamorphosed Bloom

The breadth of life, metamorphosed stages, lived one day at a time. A heart blossoming like a beautiful flower, a soul chasing butterflies, to know a lifetime of freedom, basking in love’s unapologetic hue!

Rise Above it All

Wings of a feather, never lets its heart rely on whether, to forecast its true potential. Cast your burdens, conquer your mountains, and see how your wings will flourish. When, your soul knows how to rise above it all, your heart will shine its reason, thrive in every season!

Eagles Wings

Soar, let your soul take flight like an eagle. Set the height, then let your heart set its sights. Fix your gaze, not on the haze, but your glorious ascension; to new heights, to infinity and beyond. A heart, will never get to the place where its to be in life, until the soul knows its place, in love’s higher calling!

* By design, a collaboration of my daughter’s spirit, and my heart. A legacy in the making, love’s breadth by design! Hope you all enjoy my latest designs, blessings!

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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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Life’s a Journey; Stay the Course!

Many rivers we cross, the heart wading through the water, holding back the flood. Life’s a journey, never walked alone. The moment we’re born, the heart takes its first breath, the soul exhales, the journey begins. The dependency, finding life’s complexity, the breadth of its destiny. Love helps guide the way, helps keep negativity at bay. The journey, baby steps, until every step becomes, the journey of a lifetime. A journey to excite, take your soul to new heights. And if, it doesn’t happen just right, soar with all your might. To be a conqueror of mountains, daily refreshing your heart’s frame of reference, within the depth of love’s endless fountain. To slay your Goliath, it takes boldness of heart to face, fear of the unknown. Courage to overcome, emboldened by hope’s capacity to dream, beyond what’s inevitable. Your life’s journey, a story written on the heart, captured to fulfill blank pages. The good, the bad, ugly moments lurking in the shadows of the past. But, with every gentle nudge, resolve compels the heart to stay the course, never give up. Until your journey’s reason, has fulfilled its purpose. Perhaps, just maybe, someone else’s doubts, was encouraged to follow the light, emanating from your life’s journey!

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