{"id":144195,"date":"2023-09-03T12:29:49","date_gmt":"2023-09-03T16:29:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=144195"},"modified":"2023-09-03T19:48:34","modified_gmt":"2023-09-03T23:48:34","slug":"hour-three-28","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/hour-three-28\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour (3) Three 2023: 20 Steps to Unlock the Heart"},"content":{"rendered":"<ol>\n<li>A project of the heart can be a chore.<\/li>\n<li>Valentine&#8217;s Day is not about love.<\/li>\n<li>Taste the sweetness of defeat.<\/li>\n<li>I feel the sound of your heart.<\/li>\n<li>ASH I heard someone spell out your name in four letters long in Port Townsend.<\/li>\n<li>Love can be reduced to a day.<\/li>\n<li>No, love cannot be reduced to a day.<\/li>\n<li>Do you have the &#8220;rizz&#8221;, that special sauce, the &#8220;x&#8221; factor?<\/li>\n<li>If the mind is willing, then the flesh must be weak.<\/li>\n<li>Marriage for some is questionable, yet for the right person there is no question.<\/li>\n<li>The divine universe of the mind is tied together inextricably.<\/li>\n<li>Hands hold the meaning to one&#8217;s true desire to manifest.<\/li>\n<li>Fly to me to the moon and float with me on the sea as we stare into the sky at the peak of midnight.<\/li>\n<li>She is the Tigress and the tease only ready to please.<\/li>\n<li>Soon we will reveal the mystery in due time when we are both free.<\/li>\n<li>The prism is transparent solid body with two distinct triangular faces and end bases that has a body parallel to the vertical axis that intersect a horizontal axis reflecting rays of light.<\/li>\n<li>I embody the light from within and without.<\/li>\n<li>&#8220;La Dolce Vita&#8221; is where will share our bliss.<\/li>\n<li>The seashell whispered it in my ear many years ago before you and I were introduced.<\/li>\n<li>She echos in my ear only\u00a0what you want me to hear, too shy to share, for she knows our connection.<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A project of the heart can be a chore. Valentine&#8217;s Day is not about love. Taste the sweetness of defeat. I feel the sound of your heart. ASH I heard someone spell out your name in four letters long in Port Townsend. Love can be&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":785,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13,12],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-144195","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous","category-musings"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/144195","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/785"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=144195"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/144195\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":144466,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/144195\/revisions\/144466"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=144195"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=144195"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=144195"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}