New mindset, new shifts, new beginnings

#Someday someone is going to look at you with a #light in their #eyes you have never seen.

Starting today you must look at yourself with that light everyday. #Newmindset, #newshifts, #newbeginnings. Someday is not as far as it seems.

The solar eclipse, hurricanes, solar flares has more than a physical impact.

One needs to go deeper than the surface layer of destruction to discover, understand and connect with the true message being revealed – #change.

Eliminate everyone and everything generating negative #vibrations, not meeting your needs. If something is for you it shall be yours but you must be prepared to receive.

Remember the greatest and ultimate of all things is #love … love of self, one another and the universe.

#soulmuze #soulspiration #soulspeak #universallaw #metaphysicaljourney

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(c) Soulmuze 2017

My Love, My Heart

Dedicated to a woman who watched the love of her life transition into the unseen universe. When his walk on earth ended she lost part of herself.

When you find a soulmate you also awaken desires that you never knew existed. Emotions, ideas, dreams are no longer dormant or merely a fantasy, for together you can see them to fruition. Now her soulmate is no more, but that which was awakened in her cannot go back to sleep.  She wears the mask to get through the day and weeps at night for she believes there is no relief in sight.

We have all felt the loss of love, but we cannot dwell in that loss too long for we lose valuable time living when we dwell in death.

(c) Soulmuze 2017 Photo Credit: Mr. Christian Castro

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Malik from son to sun

Malik, I remember sitting on your grandmother’s steps on a warm night in June with your mother. She was 8 months pregnant and in full bloom. There was no doubt you would be a big boy, based on the size of her belly. We talked about different things but two things I always remembered from that night was her saying, ‘this baby always make me feel like I have to go to the bathroom,’ at that I couldn’t stop laughing. Guess it didn’t help that she looked like a cute Buddha sitting on the steps. The other, was when I asked, ‘so what brand of diapers are going to use?’ We both said at the same time, “Huggies!” Funny, how the weirdest things stay in your memory, for me those are usually the most valuable. As we grew older we followed the steps as they were ordered for us. I watched you grow and valued the random conversations we had whenever we saw one another. Unlike so many, you owned your mistakes and was always working on a resolution. Sometimes you would get angry when we spoke because success wasn’t coming fast enough. You just wanted the perfect place for everyone. Yes, you were an impatient youth but who wasn’t, at least you were not selfish. I can’t leave out how respectful you were, always said hello to my mother and asked her if she needed help with anything as you passed by. Never forgetting the lessons you were taught at home, priceless.

               Well, for some reason you made the decision that your work here was done. Being a true lion, once you make a decision everyone has to go along until further notice. It required great strength to make such a choice, maybe you thought it would create the perfect place for everyone. The results may not have worked exactly as planned, it created more pain from the emptiness you left behind. I think what you missed along the way was, the perfect place is not a place but a foundation that’s built in one thing “love.” You had that all along, but the negative obstacles kept obscuring your view, every time you started removing that obstacle it found a way to reposition itself. We can’t turn back time and if we could, the question then becomes, should we? All is never truly lost, for I am sure that not only a lesson will be revealed but a stronger foundation of love will evolve as a result; someone will not just hear but will listen and you will be acknowledged as a man of strength for that is all that matters.                      

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Blessings, love and light… Soulfully speaking

 Family…

Though his sun has set

Yours must still shine

You all will be together again in time

You will never understand why he chose to leave that way

But know he loved you more each and every day

Wife…

You were his best to his friend

You were his Mrs to his Mr

You were his light to his dark

He will always hold a special place in your heart

His Legacy…

Tell his children do not fear

Celebrate the love you all shared

Your protector…

The ending of his life forces a new normal to begin

He is your watcher and will make sure your lights will never dim

© Soulmuze 2017

Butterfly Kisses

Butterfly Kiss:
verb; random light, passionate kisses sending every nerve
into an emotional frenzy.

We all have encountered someone that had the power of the butterfly kiss… And if you haven’t yet I hope one day you will…

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Shift my cascading hair,
Plant your warm soft lips gently on the nape of my neck
Feel my body tremble
Glide your hands around my waist
Pulling me closer, your soft lips begin to graze my face
Trembling with excitement
Moisture begins to flow
As the anxiety begins to grow
Slide your hands between my thighs
The heat of our passion begins to rise
Soft gentle moans escape our lips as we grind our hips
Those special kisses on my neck, shoulders, cheeks and eyes
Begins to grace my breasts, stomach, hips now my thighs
Butterfly kisses so soft, gentle and sweet
Makes my insides flutter and my knees weak
Butterfly kisses is where it all began,
A sensation that I will remember time and again

© Soulmuze 2014 

Leaving my bed

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As I rise and leave my bed
Random thoughts of you run through my head
The words you drop so lyrically sweet
And when we touch my heart skips a beat
So nice to feel like a girl in love
But the woman in me knows there are no white doves
Like in Disney movies swirling around me
Singing songs and twirling happily
It’s all just random emotions that I feel crawling out of bed
A fantasy at best, nothing left to be said

© Soulmuze 2014

She is becoming

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She is still becoming despite her 40+ years.

She is still becoming for she has yet to face all her fears.

She is still becoming trying to fill the gaps in her heart.

She is still becoming waiting for her brand new start.

She is still becoming despite the darkness of her pain

She believes she will find herself again

She understands what she must leave behind

She is eager to see what’s new and will stand in line

She recognizes she had to fall so that she could stand

She recognizes that for her, God has His own plan

She knows patience is a virtue and she must stand tall

She also knows that she must be prepared to answer the call

She is slowly opening her eyes so that she may see

She knows that blindness kept her from accepting reality

She is not allowing others to taint her view

She is removing the tinted glasses and letting the real colors shine through

She will become more than anyone expected her to be

She is becoming amazing and free

She is becoming more creative in her spirit

She is becoming stronger in her fight

She is not a phoenix, for she never allowed herself to become anyone’s ash

She became a warrior, a tribal leader, a ninja, a mighty power who can be brash

She is still becoming for her evolution has no end

Becoming, becoming, becoming so much more than the eye can see

She is becoming

She is me.

For those who have fought the wars of love and won and for those still fighting.

© 2014 Soulmuze, Photo Credits Albert Blackman, Jr. of AlBJ Photography

The encounter…

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Words drip from your lips so syrupy sweet

As the clothes fall, landing at the base of our feet

A world wind of questions flood my mind clearly now is not the time

My body craves your manly touch, why do I desire you so much

As your hands caress my back and the energy flows I am melting from head to toe

As I anticipate the feeling of when you penetrate my heart begins to palpitate

Patience is what I must have as you taunt, tease, dip and dab

You enter my body I deeply inhale as now I have been properly impaled

Slow rhythmic movements complimented by full kisses of your lips accented as your hands grab my hips

Motions as graceful as a ship dancing on the seas as you slowly make love to me.

Love or sex I’m not sure, don’t really care right now I just want more

We ride and turn and ride some more as the sheets have now slid to the floor

Whispering words of passion leads to more labored breathing

as you stare at my full breasts emphasized as my chest is heaving

Words lost in my throat as you dominate every stroke

Beads of sweat form along your spine and run down to the small of your back.

I think to myself “didn’t know your hips could swivel like that!”

The intensity increases as our bodies wait no more.

We have finally arrived and got what we truly came here for

The encounter is done, our needs have been met.

This encounter has been the best one yet

Our next time around, not sure when

Counting the minutes 1, 2, 3…10 , oh, oh, we are at it again.

 

© 2014 Soulmuze

If I take your words

If I take your words in pieces

I create the story I want to tell

That of rainbows, sunshine and happy times

That of you being all mine

 

But a fool I shall not be

No piece meal of words to match the piece meal of ‘love’

The tokens you chose to throw to get where you want to go

 

I hear the full story, line by line

I see those things you think you can hide

Like my heart is not cold my eyes are not blind

I know we do not share the ties that bind

 

Your colorful lyrics and momentary gestures do not mean a lifetime together

They are just meant to get me to do whatever

 

This game we can no longer play for with you I will not stay

For while you gave me pieces I found my whole

One who loves me truly from the core of his soul

 

“When that defining moment comes it will be unlike any other. It will validate all the no’s for now you have the ultimate YES!”

© Soulmuze 2013

My Brother…Sey

Words cannot adequately describe how priceless my brother has become to me.  Sounds strange? Well it was to me when I first discovered I had not one but two! I lived 35 years of my life believing I was an only child. Never truly feeling like I belonged with the family in which I was placed, yet grateful for the care I received.

I think back at the gaps, emptiness and differences I experienced no longer with resentment but with better understanding and seeking to gain more closure within myself. The brave woman who gave me life made sure never to forget me when she had to let me go. She physically released me yet kept me close to her heart. As she gave life to my siblings she made sure to place me in their hearts as well.

My mum had to let me go to ensure that I received the best that life had to offer without malice, or abandonment from my biological father (who embraced my brothers without a second thought).

My eldest brother harvested all that my mum embedded in him of me. As soon as he was able he set on a journey to find me and did just that. Traveling from the United Kingdom to the United States to unite with me…a sister he only knew from the images mum could describe since she only had me in her care from birth to age 3 with little to no photographs. His quest to find his older sister was greeted with tears, fears, hesitation then was wrapped in undeniable love.

Thirteen years after our initial encounter, only seeing each other four times within those years I cannot describe how much love I have for him. To see us together you would never know how distant our lives were.  He’s everything I dreamed a brother would be and more. A phenomenal family man and I am forever grateful to him for giving me a piece of his heart and mending a piece in mine.

Written with unconditional love to you my brother, Sey, you connected the branch on my tree of life…

© Soulmuze 2013

L-O-V-E versus L-U-V…

We all create our own definition of the word love. It’s often misused, abused, unappreciated and disrespected. If love was a person he/she would have scars all over their body from repeated murder-suicide attempts and be exhausted from reincarnation.

For those who believe, we were provided with a true definition of love, based on a foundation of sacrifice, unselfishness and forgiveness. 1 Corinthians 13 Apostle Paul teaches us that our spiritual gifts are invaluable without the foundation of love.  No matter what translation you use it’s still the same:

Love is patient, kind, rejoices with truth, bears all, believes all, hopes all,

is never ending.

Love is not braggadocios and certainly not  competition.

Being of the flesh with distorted views we naturally fail to build and maintain this solid foundation. We may give one part but not the other, why? We are self-serving individuals who only will give to get immediate satisfaction! We want it all and if we can’t get it from one we will snip a piece here, snatch a piece there and schmooze a piece everywhere else.   Despite acquiring all these pieces they still don’t create the whole so we continue an unending cycle of piecemeal behavior.  We are so caught up in societal greed trying to get as much as we can, and are blurred.  When we do have a whole piece we can’t see clearly. Driven by all the wrong things (which seemingly appear to be right) to the point that when our corrective lenses kick in its too late because it’s gone and the damage may be irreparable. What next? Back to the cycle we are most familiar, safe, non-committal and affords us the greatest control… or so we think…piecemeal.

L-O-V-E versus L-U-V … Much like our personalized definition of the word our spelling isn’t any different. From my view the spelling dictates the meaning as well. When you are involved with a person and he/she writes ‘luv you’ or ‘luv always’ does it have the same effect as ‘love you’ or ‘love always’?…Look at it… think about it…

Some will argue it’s only the spelling. Really?… Well let’s look at common everyday words: there, they’re, their; hare, here, hear, hair; some, sum; know, no; to, too, two… These words sound the same, spelled differently and clearly have different meanings. So why would anyone think l-u-v means the same as l-o-v-e?

L-U-V is the safe word. Used for acquaintances and the like. When someone writes this to you it’s an indication of where you stand in that relationship. In rare cases it’s sincere but for most it is what it is:  non-committal, arm’s length, you better manage your expectations in that relationship …

L-O-V-E the word of power, commitment, dedication! Used for something or someone that is real to you, doesn’t mean you are real to them, but you are hoping it’s mutual… When we sign a card to our parents, spouse, mate, lover, best friends, children… and spell out love there is no doubt in their mind of your definition… In some cases it will be spelled love but mean luv, goes back to saying what it takes to get what you want… Here we are focusing on the real meaning! That word you read in an email, text, card, note, that will send chills up and down your spine, make your heart flutter, bring a smile of hope to your face if you share the same feeling or it can make those fine hairs stand up on your back because it’s not reciprocal and you need to find a way to manage the situation, run for your life.

When I receive a card I may not remember the verses but I do remember how it’s signed. Recently I received a hand written note, I remember the brightly colored ink it was written in and it was signed L-O-V-E. May mean nothing to you but it meant a lot to me.

I am often a giving and selfless person to a fault, as I call it my blessing and my curse. Negative life experiences have left me with so much baggage yet I am still willing to take that leap of faith… just to end up flat on my face over and over again. Makes me laugh and cry as I write. So far I haven’t given up but I do become weak and disillusioned, however, I believe in the Most High, I know that those who intentionally give bitter fruit will get rotten fruit in return.

Prior to the digital age we gave more thought to words. We knew the value of not only the spoken word but the written as well. So, where has it all that gone? Why we are so emotionally disconnected from one another?

L-O-V-E versus L-U-V. We play on words like we play on one another’s feelings. This one word can make or break a nation so why haven’t we learned to respect its power? Could it be that we don’t respect our selves, relationships or the feelings of others? Is it just a silly game as we masquerade to get the perceived next best thing?… (Did you catch the musical reference to songs performed by Stephanie Mills and George Benson?)

For me I luv many, and love few. There is no doubt when I present a feeling that it’s real! I don’t need to falsify to gain short term satisfaction when I desire the long term blessings good, honest, sincere love can bring.

The fruit on my tree remains sweet despite the few rotten pieces I have received in between. I am not without fault in the play on words but I have learned. Whether it is in this life or another L-O-V-E will always triumph over L-U-V.

*Inspired by Minister S. Emmanuel Epps’ sermon on “Making a Love Connection” delivered at The Park Avenue Christian Church,  August 12, 2012, in addition to the love and luv  I have and continue to give/receive..

 

© Soulmuze 2012