Removed.

An unconscious mind is devoid of imagination.


You remove all its inhibitions.

All its limitations.


Get rid of the should.


Toss out the cant's


86  the supposed to's.


Dial back on the logic.


Cut back on the reasoning.


Load up on possibility.


Take a double helping of ingenuity.


Don't stifle it.


Let it roam free.


After you've removed all the blockages let what is is and let what may be be. 


Then take deep breath and bask in your creativity




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HLH© 1/24/2020

Speaking terms

Speak with conviction.


Speak with wisdom.


Speak with integrity.


Watch the words you speak.


You speak in volumes.


You can speak blessings or speak curses.


Power is the spoken word.


Words are formed by the energy you breath into them.


Speak to it.


Speak through it.


Speak fluent.


At a loss for words?


Sometimes the best response is none at all.


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HLH 1/24/2020 ©

Inward smile

I've been told that I have sad eyes.

People often ask me why I look so sad.

I never respond.

I'm just the opposite of sad.

If they only knew how happy I really am.

I'm joyous beyond belief.

My life's no where near perfect but enjoy every second of it.
The ups and the downs.

Believe you me you would know if I was feeling down.

I appreciate all the experiences I've had and awaiting patiently for the new.

I'm only human.

I do have my days but I'm happy through and through.

The funny thing about happiness is that smiles can be like band aids sometimes for some people.... If you just truly knew.

Just because I don't smile all the time doesn't mean I'm not happy.

I'm happy damint.

How about you?

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HLH© 1/16/2020

Wisdom seeds

Wise words usually fall upon deaf ears.


How does one speak the truth and make it palatable enough for an individual to want to receive  the message loud and clear.


The last thing a wise person wants to do is come across as daunting or disconcerting.






You have to choose your wise words carefully and bring them into your realm of understanding.


What is true will never cease being so.


Knowledge is knowing.


Wisdom is pointing a person in the correct direction to go.


Let them drink their fill from the depths of your knowledge well.




Quench their thirst with your wisdom in order make all things parable.


Yes indeed.


Go the root of knowledge and sew your wisdom seed.


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HLH©1/16/2020

faith in believeing

Testing the water or taking a plunge.

Do you have faith or are you a believer?

Faith is like  taking a seat in a chair and hoping that it will be strong enough to support the weight of your derriere 

When you believe you just  know  the situation will work out.

A believer will move forward briskly with no fear or doubt.


Both deal in the realm of trust.

Both are essential and necessary for plans to  unfold.

Both are an absolute must.

The question is  will you be more comfortable knowing or leaving it all to blind trust.

This is an eternal conflict dwelling within all of us.

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HLH© 1/16/2020

Rythmic quandrey

What if we could actually see music.


What would it look like?


I'm not talking about musical notes.


I'm not talking about the rhythm chart.


I'm talking about music.


What would it look like?


Would it have a face?


Would it  have a stoic expression?


Would it smile?


Would it frown?


Would it be in the sky?


Would it be on the ground?


Would it be brightly colored or a conservative hue?


hmmm.


I think I'd rather just listen to it anyway.




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HLH©1/9/2020

I have time

They say patience is a virtue.


Well then call me the virtuous one.


I remember a time I used to get overly excited.


Anxious beyond belief.


My heart would pound.


My fingers would tremble.


My mind  would play out the worst scenarios.


I would always picture myself getting the short end of the stick.


I would literally worry myself sick.




So many thoughts.


Then theirs's the what ifs.


What if it doesn't work out.


What if I chose wrong.


What if I never recover the loss.


What if.


What if.


Now I just take my time.


Now I understand that I always have time.


I may not get it right the first time or the One hundred and fifth.


But one thing I do know is what I will get it .


I'll get it because I will not quit.


I got all time in the world.


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HLH©1/9/2020