Dancing with grace,
Through the lightness of air.
A butterfly traces a path,
Known only to itself.
Barely a whisper breathes from its gently beating wings,
That carry it to its calling.
From waking to sleeping,
A million thoughts fly through your mind.
Imperceptible ones,
Ones bearing a weight so heavy.
Things you must remember,
People needing space in your mind and heart.
A long,
Long list you must complete,
Before you lay your head down for the night.
In the briefest of spaces between the frenetic pace of thoughts,
The fireflies of your soul compete for your attention.
Fleeting visitors,
Following a different rhythm.
A pulse that comes and goes,
Tracing the unknowable path of the butterfly.
You quiet the waves of thought,
Just long enough to see their glow.
In the quietude they become the brightest star in your sky,
Your whole attention upon them,
Calling your inner light to greet them.
And you crack open enough to feel how they belong to you,
How they are meant to be part of your story.
They speak of belonging to yourself,
When you let them in.
They speak of the beauty of your truth,
And the unstoppable power within.
The fireflies of your soul,
Lighting you up from the inside,
Receiving what is yours,
What is you.
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