Rose

There she stood, her heart had been at last, broken open. Cracked, raw, totally shattered. She had always thought a broken heart was means for sorrow, for heartache. What she had learnt, was that once her heart had been broken open, she could see clearly, and the past  had started to shed from the curves of her body, the same way a snake sheds layer upon layer. 

Maybe her heart had always been broken, and maybe all she really needed was an awareness, to be awakened to the constant ache that dwelled WITHIN the playground of her soul.  The constant ache that moved her to look up, to look through the fog. 

Clear eyes, and an open heart that had been full of messy chaos and lessons learnt. She had been cleansed, and she danced as her walls crumbled down all around her. She could have been fearful, she could have been stubborn and she could have chosen to stay small as a bud, too scared to start over, to relearn who she truly was. 

She could have been. But her soul longed to play, to dance, to run amongst the flowers.

And so she rose. 

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Dear Wondrous Soul

 Dear wondrous soul, the one who knows that love's all you need, who knows we are all one. Allow yourself the chance to be set free. Perhaps, you can allow your soul to expand from all of the corners of who you are. 
Be your truth, allow yourself to be present + allow the FIRE that grows WITHIN you to become the heat source of love that connects us all. Open your heart, dear one, and allow yourself to be fearless. Take that leap, connect to your true self + know above all else, that LOVE always GUIDES us back home. 

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