self-love… the most delicate intimacy… it’s so delicate here.

self-love…
the most delicate intimacy

it’s so delicate here. but it’s where i’m
the most brutal. it’s where my raging gets
careless, and the delicate things end up crushed.
i fight my hardest fights trying to love the deepest love,
but i’ve never been more unkind than i’ve been
in these close quarters.
but what if this ache in me is also the fight in me
to learn to feel differently. because somewhere deep
inside i know that i want to be delicate here… desperately.
and there’s a tenderness that i’m made of and an intimacy that
i’m part of… one that i’m going to learn to take
such delicate care of.

– butterflies rising

she wanders
out in the flowers,
in the wild, where the breathing
is easy and free… because it’s where
the judgment goes quiet…
and everything beautiful is so untouched.
it’s just beautiful. and wild. and fearless.
and whether it grows into something more
or burns down and has to start again,
it just does… fearlessly.
beautifully. and wild.
so she wanders out where she
can learn to see herself that way;
to see herself in the way that she looks
at flowers… like she’s a beautiful
wildness on fire.

– butterflies rising

she’s a beautiful wildness on fire

– butterflies rising

i think it’s breathtaking… how your
heart just spills out of you

– butterflies rising

i think it’s
breathtaking…
how your heart just
spills out of you.
it’s some kind of soul ache
just… pouring. out.
it’s somewhere dark that
your spirit has had to fight from…
there’s wreckage where it all comes from,
and there are times that just being
human feels like a violence.
but beautiful things spill out of you
the way wildfires burn… the way
butterflies fly wild… the way fireflies glow
…so let your heart be fire. and let your
soul be wild. and let your spirit glow.
because the way it all spills out of you
is just… breathtaking.

– butterflies rising

Wildfire Heart…

i think it’s breathtaking…
how your heart just spills out of you.
it’s some kind of soul ache just… pouring. out.
it’s somewhere dark that
your spirit has had to fight from…
but beautiful things spill out of you
the way wildfires burn… the way
butterflies fly wild… the way fireflies glow…
the way it all spills out of you
is just… breathtaking.

– butterflies rising