Tag: Fire

something wild and beautiful could happen…

that moment right before something wild and beautiful is about to happen

that moment right before something wild
and beautiful is about to happen…

it’s that moment in a song right before the drop…
you get pulled into the way it holds your breath, and then the
music takes over you like you’re high on soul-driven adrenaline /
or that feeling right before a kiss, there’s that universe that only
the two of you exist in… and then the kiss takes over your
whole body like some kind of love-flavored spark of heaven /
it’s the feeling of the let-go before the give-in / the suspension
right before the collision / it’s when we hand our head over
to our heart and let something made of magic find its way in

what if we could live our lives in more of that feeling, just
letting go of the need to control it all… maybe we could feel a
little more trust in the universe then… and maybe even
something wild and beautiful could happen.

– butterflies rising

– butterflies rising

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she’s beautiful chaos and wild butterflies…

she's a wildflower on fire with all that sweet soul sugar

she’s a
wildflower on fire
with all that sweet soul sugar
and an ache inside to unfold
and to grow into so much more,
all that destiny written in her eyes,
she’s wild butterflies,
and she feels her heart pulled
under the wild of the moon to face her fears
and to find her way through all of the dark
and the heavy that she’s carried for so long…
there’s fight here,
but there’s surrender here too.
and there could be so much freedom here
if she could just let herself fall into that
beautiful chaos and dig deep into
that passion in her bones…
she could uncover all the beautiful things
that those wildfires inside of her hold.

– butterflies rising

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she’s under the wild of the strawberry moon…

she's under the wild of the strawberry moon

she’s under the
wild of the strawberry moon,
and she feels her heart pulled to face
all her fears and to find her way through
all of the dark and heavy things
that she’s carried for so. long.

– butterflies rising

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she feels her heart pulled under the wild of the moon…

she feels her heart pulled under the wild of the moon to face all her fears

she feels her heart pulled
under the wild of the moon to face
all her fears and to find her way through
all of the dark and heavy things that
she’s carried for so long

– butterflies rising

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aching to touch stars… i hope you keep it close… no matter what. if it’s imprinted on you…

that part of you that is aching to touch stars

aching to touch stars…

i hope you keep it close…
no matter what.
if it’s imprinted on you,
like soul memory,
then i hope you keep it so. close.
and that you hold on tight
no matter what.
there will be little traces of someday
in the not-quite-yet, and i hope you feel them.
and that you can find a way to trust them.
even if weary sets in and uncertain gets loud,
i hope you can be gentle with that doubt.
and that something in you knows that it will pass.
and that it doesn’t mean give up.
i hope you never truly feel give-up.
but if you do, then i hope that some. how.
the fight in you finds its teeth
and that heart of yours finds its fire
and that you can reach deep down into that
part of you that is aching to touch stars and just
find a way to stay dreaming no. matter. what.
i hope you can hold on and hold on
and hold on… until you can feel
every last bit of your hope
holding you right back.

– butterflies rising

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this world can feel so harsh and ugly to you because you are so soft and vulnerable… just like flowers…

soft and vulnerable and beautiful, just like flowers.

this world can
feel so harsh and ugly
to you because you are
so soft and vulnerable
and beautiful… like flowers.
now imagine this world
without flowers.
so please let yourself be
something in this world that is soft
and vulnerable and beautiful,
just like flowers.

– butterflies rising

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she wanders out in the flowers, in the wild…

like she's a beautiful wildness on fire

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

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