Flowers & Fire Poetry, Flowers And Fire Poetry
freedom of religion
honors your freedom to your religion,
but it also honors…
the freedom from your religion,
and the freedom of other religions,
the freedom of spirituality that isn’t
found through or bound by religion,
and the freedom from any religion at all.
it’s the freedom to believe what
resonates as truth for you and brings
peace to your soul.
– butterflies rising
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he looks at her the way she looks
at flowers… like she’s just this beautiful
wildness on fire.
– butterflies rising
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i’m learning to be more careful with
my care full heart, and to care less for
the ones who are careless with it
– butterflies rising
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i never knew…
because they didn’t want me to know…
that it’s spiritual. touch is spiritual.
passion is spiritual. soul to skin…
it’s. all. spiritual.
they never told me that it could be beautiful.
that i’m beautiful. that you’re beautiful.
and all of that heat and heart
and wild intensity… it’s. beautiful.
and little by little, i’m trying to trade in
shame and fear and just let myself feel
all the things i’ve never let myself feel.
maybe then it could be something… beautiful.
– butterflies rising
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all i’ve ever wanted…
is to know that i matter. by myself.
for myself. and belonging to myself.
chosen by no one, but me.
– butterflies rising
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“I want to really listen to people. Like really, truly listen, and hear people when they speak. They chose me to share that feeling or that thought with, I want to appreciate that. I want the people in my life to be heard.”
– butterflies rising
