…it’s in the way he walks in
wearing respect like a nice suit
– butterflies rising
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slow magic: the remix…
and you ask me…
how will i know it’s him
when he comes along?
i’ll know it’s him
by the way he walks in
wearing respect like a nice suit
and holding that
take. it. slow. magic.
with his self-love, self-required,
just radiating liberation from old men’s tales,
and because…
before he lets me love him…
it will matter that i love myself.
– butterflies rising
Read More →slow magic…
i knew it was him
by the way he walked in
wearing respect like a nice suit
and holding that
take
it
slow
magic,
with his self-love, self-required,
just radiating liberation from old men’s tales,
and because…
before he’d let me love him,
it mattered
that i love myself
– butterflies rising
Read More →what if the raging inside of you is something beautiful…
what if the raging inside of you is something beautiful…
your curiosity stretching and your soul stirring
– butterflies rising
Read More →she’s a wild butterfly finding her way… just a girl growing wings…
fear or love…
are you fear
or are you love,
ask this of everything that wants
to be here with you
– thoughts, energy, and companions
– butterflies rising
Read More →within…
it often takes
for someone to invite us to feel it,
but never return it,
and to deprive us of it where it should’ve been,
to cause us to ache for it enough
when it’s nowhere else to be found,
for us to finally seek it within
– the love
– butterflies rising
Read More →how you look for magic unfailingly, that’s your treasure, that’s your gold…
how
you look for
magic
unfailingly,
that’s your treasure,
that’s your gold
– butterflies rising
Read More →intimacy…
what if we don’t ask this
to burden bear,
or heavy lift, and sift
through pain,
maybe we can do our own work,
so breath, and romance,
and what we taste like in every
color of love
can be what fills this space
– intimacy
– butterflies rising
Read More →details, i love madly in details…
breathing room…
sometimes,
love people easy
like fine, light rain
be there
but with breathing room
and growing space
asking for nothing
but the glow in their skin
– butterflies rising
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