i think it’s breathtaking… how your heart just spills out: your wildfire heart spilling out…

how your heart just spills out of you. it's some kind of soul ache just... pouring. out.

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

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Wildfire Heart… i think it’s breathtaking… it’s some kind of soul ache just… pouring. out.

how your heart just spills out of you. it's some kind of soul ache just... pouring. out.

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

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to not let it all be who and what you are…

there is too much fire and passion and magic and art and love in you

there is too much good in you
for you to not let goodness be who
and what you are…

and there is too. much. beautiful in you
for you to not let beautiful be who
and what you are…

and there is too much fire and passion
and magic and art and love in you
for you to not let it all be who
and what you are.

– butterflies rising

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this is my heart, so if i give it to you: love like flowers and fire poem…

give me love like flowers and fire - butterflies rising

this is my heart,
so if i give it to you…
take it where a heart can race
and a soul can run free,
but still be held… close.
where wild is a love language,
but trust is still a sure thing,
and vulnerable a feeling we know,
but fire a flavor we taste when we kiss
and passion something that burns
in us and all around us… i wanna
feel chills run through me with
just. a finger touch.
when you look at me…
it’s like i lose my senses and find
my way home, all at once.
so take me with you…
let’s go where everything is soft and wild;
give me love like flowers and fire.

– butterflies rising

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love that blooms wild and burns bright…

love that blooms wild and burns bright inside of you

the kind of love
that shifts you. and stirs you.
and awakens you. and inspires you.
and blooms wild and burns bright
inside of you… and for you…
and through you.
a visceral thing that you touch
and taste and feel in your senses,
in your being, in your soul…
in your everything.
a knowing.
beyond what you understand in your head,
a knowing that you feel in your heart…
one that you feel in your chest walls.

– butterflies rising

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