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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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Cluttered Thoughts!

Clearing one’s heart, of cluttering thoughts. Spring cleaning, birds singing, seasons casting its clouded moments. Cluttered moments, leaves a heart in disarray. Soul searching, days seeming, conflicted seasons, reconciling the reason. Getting one’s house in order, mind, body, soul; life lived whole. One’s heart focused, keeping it in focus, not letting the little things, become a disordered mind, trying to find. Room in one’s heart, uncluttered of all things, purging the soul of the unpleasantries it brings. A heart thrives, not weighed down with mights, love’s breadth held tight. Love could never shine, needing to be dusted off. Sweeping, feelings underneath the surface, will at some point resurface, cluttering not just thoughts, but heart and soul. A heart could never find solace, letting the mind hoard, misplaced thoughts. Disunity, between the heart and mind, the soul living in kind. One thing I have learned, it doesn’t matter how much clutter, moments will pile in the crevices of weighing thoughts. Letting go, the heart sees a healthier perspective, the decluttering of unwanted thoughts. Making it easier for the heart to be an inviting home, where indifference doesn’t clutter, unwanted thoughts have no sway. Letting hopes and dreams, finds its way, a wonderful place to stay!

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Winning, Broken!

Even with a broken heart, breath is still taken. Even with a fragmented soul, the heart beats with a holistic persona. Even with a fractured wing, a soul can soar, if the heart’s willing to elevate. Even through a damaged perspective, perception changes, trusting the process. Even though a crushed spirit, hope breathes life, into a heart’s renewed sense of purpose. Even a splintered frame of reference, knowing there’s slivers of hope. Lets water under the bridge, quench moments of burning bridges. With time, ruptured wound heal, not with meaningless band aid fixes, but the heart’s sincere attempt to make the love missing, be nothing within the texture left broken. Even, a torn fabric within trust, becomes a heart mended, with forgiveness woven in with love’s essence. Even confidence in absolute tatters, can still be heart and mind in concert. Not singing the blues, but harmonizing a love ballad; reunited, and it feels so good. A soulful, and heartfelt expression of. Even, cracks in the road of life can be filled, one pothole, one day at a time. Uneven bars are utilized, not for mental gymnastics, but showcase a heart, and soul’s resilience. Injures are not meant, to sideline your hope, but build up your resolve, keep your faith focused. Tears fall, but so does rain, even if for hours, out comes the sun. Even in times of brokenness, seasons like April showers, bring out in us, beautiful May flowers. Rough times, not uncommon, but commonly known. To let a heart know, Winning is still possible, even if moments find us, Broken!

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Love’s Celestial Plane!

Beyond the natural, yet in of itself, true. Pure love, its beauty, celestial in its nature. Though, unseen in its totality, its existence undeniable. Love was, is, forever will be. The mimic of, its angelic form, a poetic expression of, an artistic depiction of. In plain sight, its presence evident, its essence prevalent. Some, call love heavenly, and indeed it is, displayed in its sublime vastness. For, love transcends time, space, prevailing unfettered by. Time cannot alter it, space cannot eclipse it. In being, out of being, lies the life within, love’s manifestation. What an open heart perceives, a beautiful mind contemplates. Out of one’s self, the consciousness reveals, its fullness, love’s innate silhouette. The breadth thereof, the depth therein, the transcendence of. What heart and soul yearns to behold, love’s celestial plane!

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Love, Speaks for Me!

Love, speaks to my heart, tells me what to do, what to say, how to be. In gentle whispers, its breathless kisses, persuades my soul. I know who I am, I know what path to take, love tells me so. When I am lost, can’t find my way home. Love pursuits me, takes me by the heart. Love speaks quietly, love speaks boldly, speaks deeply into my soul. Forever to my heart, love tells me. In its embrace, with its gentle nudge, love’s voice guides my soul. To its like-minded probabilities, my heart searching its endless possibilities. Love told me, my soul has a purpose to fulfill, it’s for my heart, to know the reason. When, I don’t know what to say, love speaks for me. Advocates for me, when I seem to have lost my mind. Hindsight becoming, the vision of love, waiting for my heart, to take wayward thoughts captive, not think too highly of myself. Sometimes, words mumble, heart stumble, simple task fumble. But, through it all, love teaches me how to stay humble, how not to grumble. With love leading, my heart knows how to act, don’t pat me on the back, that’s just a fact. When I fall, love comforts me. When I am lonely, love holds me. That’s why, when love says jump, and I don’t ask why? I just say, how high, to the sky, infinity, or beyond? When, love calls my heart, it’s by name, to my soul, I have no claim, true love is the aim. I become, what love needs me to be, the best version YOU see. In every thought, love wants to be apart, not just an afterthought. Hence, every stage of life, love’s utterance, my spoken word. My poetic sense, not a linguistic pretense. In stillness of soul, through an open heart, love speaks for me!

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Insight!

Insight, doesn’t fight to see, doesn’t need might to be. Through love’s lens, new heights, horizons bright. Peripheral’s slight, hindsight’s twenty twenty. A heart’s vantage point, doesn’t need perfect sight, to know what’s right. Doesn’t grasp the winds of change tight, hoping not to lose breadth in flight. Perceptive living, in excess of the natural. An observant heart, reads between lines, sees beyond words. Visions of what’s discerned, an enlightenment within an intuitive soul. The revelation of what insight does, gives meaning to, what words don’t say, but what the soul wants to convey. Smoke and mirrors, vague expressions, in of itself could never hide, what an acute heart will discern. Insight, doesn’t just see, but listens, then speaks. In stillness of soul, insight says to your heart. In every brand-new way of looking at life, if your heart knows, love hovers in the midst of it, ready to sway your spirit’s confidence. Insight, could never be attained, without the loving appreciation for, what permeates within knowing the heart of another. Insight knows, love defining what becomes of your soul, restrains life from redefining; what your heart won’t allow to be. Deep understanding, comes with profound recognition, insightfulness’ intrinsic importance!

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Struck by the Beauty!

An encounter, not by chance, a heart’s momentary glance, a soul’s predestined stance, captivated by the beauty of, love’s shining star. A beam of light, ray of hope, touching beyond surface of. Time and space, deep inside, breadth of innermost. Light flashed, epiphany enlightened, reign cascaded. The beauty struck, head to heart, depth of soul. Love, a million pieces of its beauty, whole within my soul, filling a breathtaking chasm in my heart. A heart of stone, struck by love’s deep beauty, flesh softened, drawing from its crimson well. No, passing gust of fear, can rip from its anchored soul, love’s firm foundation. Every soul, should take the time to know, why love has chosen to make its heart, a home? Love’s lighting rod, striking at the heart of what matters, leaving traces of its spark, within the crevices of its being. Its heartfelt symphony, music to the heart, hymn for the soul. With every moment being, heart and soul persuaded, swayed instrumentally. It’s beautiful rhapsody, strumming a chord, heartstrings. Just, one look… away, from the beauty of love’s allure, would surely cast its sphere, within the heart’s peripheral. Where the fragrance of, the light of, the epiphany of, the reign of… would lose its deepest meaning. A heart forever captured, the soul raptured by, the beauty of… My soul, would rather be in want of air, than to ever let my heart be in need of, living without. Love’s breathless beauty, the gravity of, its oxygenating essence!

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Metamorphosed Wings!

Stages, how life is lived, how through transitional states, mind, body, soul; a heart’s metamorphosis, hopes and dreams. A caterpillar’s heart, wings within to be discovered, waiting for its moment, to be revealed. Within the undergoing, a beautiful change in heart and mind. Beauty within a soul’s transformation, emergence of its wings. A heart chasing butterflies, a soul finding its freedom, to soar on the wings of love. In the cool of the day, in the warmth of love’s embrace, the heart lifted up with air beneath, the wings of its fluttering soul. The winds of change blow wild, the soul trying to catch its breath, within a heart predestined to live free. Blood pumping, hopes becoming, thrill of the chase, dreams taking flight. The higher the sights, the greater the heights. Butterfly wings, an adoration of feeling, love’s deep sensation awakened. A heart, with wings spread wide, soar forever like an eagle, with its metamorphosed, butterfly wings!

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Love’s Poetic Awakening!

In the heart’s journey through life, growing pains, hurt that stains. Tears restrained, ten foot walls, castle in the sand. Time, lines drawn, washed away by the see, how to awaken the love in me. Seeking life’s happiness, living in the quietness, breathing in the fullness. Emotions swimming in the stillness, a waterless silent river. My awakening, hidden in slumber, the sleepless yearning; in childhood daydreams. Am I strong enough, am I brave enough, am I, worthy of? To be, or not to be? I choose to be me, live free, give no apologies. In the pressing, the pulling, in the pushing, the tugging; heartstrings. In quiet contemplation, a question remained; what does awaken love look like? Is it an ocean, a potion, just a watered down notion? An inquiring heart, searched depth of soul, could it be fathomed, be awakened in me? I looked deep, my heart lost sleep, in my awakening. Love’s awakened presence, wasn’t a curtain call, the veil removed. To let my heart see, a soul destined to be, love’s poetic muse!

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