“The nature of love 🐝 remains a mystery though the impactful clues you have given me, have cleared the brush and the trees, leaving only rose colored leaves, directing a fragrant path to our dreams and reality, our deeper dream. We were once lone honey bees, seeking nectar from flowers unknown, calling no place our home. Others sought to pollinate the lush garden within our souls though you saw me perched my on a familiar rose where you heard my 🐝 Bumble, my power, the inner symphony that halted your hand from swiping right again. The same song that froze your palm and then melted it into mine, like wax kissing the lovely flame, scorched lips healing in time although changed, they both are sustained, giving loving sight to those seeking each other in the darkest of nights. We spoke telepathically before meeting physically. A meeting of minds before bodies, swimming in your depths from a distance, quickly closing the gap to obtain your imprint. I walked into the bar, a strong spirit; which only sought you for mixing. To merge without dilution, assimilation without compromise, a perfect fusion; solitary fission. All eyes became fixated on me and surprisingly I was at ease within your midst, your friends looked upon me and didn’t even blink, as if an illusion had appeared in the form of a woman seeking you with kiss and tender grip. Time began her dance with us, as each loving moment lead to that fated bright morning of elation, we conversed for hours and I was fully drawn in by your oration. And Alas, It’s was that morning that I knew, I could spend my whole life with you. My bumbling 🐝 bee, with lips sweet as honey, cling to me as you do the lily, embrace me as you would the orchid in the garden. I’ve found myself within you, when your search for me departed.”

🐝❤️Ricardo Hanley Jr.❤️🐝

"What is purpose? A destination? A life mission? Is it fated? Purpose from the surface reflects a depth, which would stand erect should we face it. Though, how can you face that which you cannot see? And, how can you become that which you are destined to be? #Choice . Choices are the voices calling us to beaten path, which leads to purpose at last. Choosing is what separates you from what is allowed and disallowed in your permeable heart and mind, which will run, jump and climb to where you are fully aligned, if you but choose. Fate will eloquently state, "what is ordained will come to be." Is this divine intervention? Or choices of humanity? I say both. For the invisible gave rise to the visible and a thought before an action remains critical. Even the holy walls of the temple, where you pray, started from the unseen mental. Purpose. It will not always be clear, especially when seeing with a vision impaired. From where you are, you can query Purpose and her mystery, live your life in accordance to your truth and make history." – Ricardo Hanley Jr. 🙏🏾💚🖤💜🌺🙏🏾⏳ #tribeofpoets #ricardohanleyjr #silenceconceivingsymphonies #touchthemultitude #honestlyworded #spokenword #wordsmith #influencer #inspire #poetsofig #instapoems #globalwordsmiths #wordporn #wordgasm #spilledink #quillholders #writersofig #poetsofinstagram #wordswithkings #wordswithqueens #doortooursouls #9ether #bymepoetry #quotes #pulseofthewildheart #herheartpoetry #purpose #thepowerofadversity #wordart

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