Flowers And Fire
i’ve got dreams…
ones that are drenched in art
and taste like adventure…
ones that feel like
being kissed until my heart bursts…
ones that open up my whole soul
like a wildflower on fire.
– butterflies rising
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little seeds, someday flowers…
today i will
be good to myself,
and tomorrow maybe
a little bit better,
until being good to me
is a little easier,
and maybe even someday
not so hard at all.
maybe these are just little seeds
but i’ll keep giving them
touches of sunlight…
just a little hope here
and a little grace there
and a little more light in those
places holding all the fear,
and then maybe all these little seeds
just might grow until someday they
become flowers…
and then i will be made of flowers.
– butterflies rising
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little seeds…
today i will
be good to myself,
and tomorrow maybe
a little bit better,
until being good to me
is a little easier,
and maybe even someday
not so hard at all.
– butterflies rising
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under the sun
is where her flowers bloom,
under the moon
is where her fires burn,
out in the wild
is where her spirit breathes…
she’s meant to be wild,
so beautifully wild.
– butterflies rising
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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, 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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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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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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there is too much beautiful in you
for you to not let beautiful be
who and what you are
– butterflies rising
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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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