
so achingly
desperate to believe
in myself, in life,
and in anything beautiful that can’t
be crushed by something cruel
– butterflies rising
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so achingly
desperate to believe
in myself, in life,
and in anything beautiful that can’t
be crushed by something cruel
– butterflies rising
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a persistent yearning
to feel at home in this skin,
to feel my soul
grounded in these bones
– butterflies rising
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that wild in your heart,
those flowers in your chest,
and the fire in your blood
– butterflies rising
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poetry is my scripture,
music is my gospel,
empathy and kindness are my witness,
creativity and love are my worship
– butterflies rising
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The Turning Point…
let go your fear
as it falls
beautiful, be still
this untangling of it all
let your bones fill with might
let your lungs fill with free
don’t look back.
– butterflies rising
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you’re not getting this all wrong;
being human is really hard, and things hurt
so much because you’re made of stuff that’s so
much better than this place. so it’s ok to barely
even know how to be human sometimes…
just take it from one breath to the next.
you’re just a soft spirit
in a hard world.
– butterflies rising
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let me see
your chest bleed
and your heart ache
with all that you are
and for everything you love…
show me all your wildfires,
i want to know your wildfires
– butterflies rising
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i hope
you never
let the ones
who are
sleepwalking
hold you back
in your
own awakening
– butterflies rising
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Journey Companions…
please let
everyone on my journey
be kind and good to my heart and soul,
and please let anyone who isn’t
easily pass through.
– butterflies rising
Read More →It was the way he just stood there and wore
a badge next to Mr. Carlos and Mr. Smith
as they raised their fists.
Support, but, a quiet and humble support.
He wasn’t “allowing” them to be equal, or “giving” them
some sort of power, he was simply saying…
You are already equal, and I support you as you
step into your own power.
And that felt right to me. Genuine. Pure. Like an
acknowledgment that oppression of others is really just an
illusion of “betterness” built up from some mix of arrogance,
ignorance, internal lack… unconsciousness. And it’s such
a condescending thing, the idea that we “let” other people be
worthy… as if it’s ours to decide.
And it wasn’t just in that moment, he stayed convicted to
what he believed was right and good for the rest of his life,
And he was rejected for it, for the rest of his life.
But he stayed convicted to what was right and good.
So if in my life I have that same kind of privilege
because of something as surface as my skin,
then I hope I carry that same kind of courage and
conviction and humility in the depths of my being.
– Peter Norman / Solidarity
– butterflies rising
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