Once upon a time,
In a quiet garden,
Where dreams bloomed.
Blossoms were brilliant,
Tall,
And glorious.
Each one reached confidently for the sun,
Their colors vibrant and bright.
The scents of the flowers merged,
Creating a spectacular aroma,
And the colors of each bloom combined to generate a spectacular vista.
The flowers did not compete with one another,
For they knew deep down that each was perfect in its own way.
Each had a unique gift to offer the world,
Each one stunning and beautiful in its natural form.
All was well,
As each blossom turned their face to the sun,
Seeking its radiant energy and shining brightly.
One day,
The winds shifted,
And seeds of doubt and judgment found their way into the fertile soil.
Soon after,
The flowers began to compare their beauty,
Their scent,
And their height to that of the others.
This comparison led to discomfort and jealousy.
They quietly judged each other,
Believing that either they or others were not measuring up to their full potential.
At least,
That's how they imagined it.
Not long after,
On the darkest day,
The tallest flowers began to shrink and fade.
From one day to the next,
They began to bend down,
Away from the life-giving energy of the sun.
The blossoms began to shrink,
And their color began to fade.
Their strength began to diminish,
As the tallest flowers stirred a feeling of unease in those nearby.
Over time,
The blooms paused their upward stretch,
And soon the energy,
Vitality,
And vibrancy of the once beautiful garden had dulled.
Their stem softened.
Their blossoms tilted toward the earth,
Away from the nurturing sun.
Their former vibrancy gave way to caution,
And brilliance became carefully measured.
They began to doubt themselves,
And they started to question their worth.
They started to seek validation from others,
But it never came.
The blossoms soon began to fade,
And the once sweet aroma of the flowers gently drifted away.
One morning,
A woman stepped into the garden.
She had a magical energy about her.
Her silver hair shimmered in the sunlight,
And her presence carried a warm,
Grounding energy,
Both gentle and unmistakably powerful at the same time.
In her hands,
She carried no pruning shears,
No judgment,
No rulebook.
In her hands,
She held a magic wand.
She had so much compassion and love for the beautiful blossoms.
You see,
She could see their true beauty and potential within each unique bloom when they couldn't.
She could see the shimmer still in their petals.
The strength still pulsing through their stems,
And the light they didn't realize they still carried.
With a sparkle in her eyes and a deep knowing that each bloom in the garden was meant for more color,
More strength,
More vibrancy,
And more visibility,
She knew their secret.
She knew that each blossom had so much potential.
She moved gently among the flowers,
Pausing by each one,
Listening with her heart.
Then,
With a voice like wind through leaves,
She cast her spell.
Gather your energy bright and clear.
Release the worries.
Shed the fear.
Beneath the gaze of moonlight's grace,
We replenish.
We rise.
We claim our space.
Comparison chains,
We now dissolve into self-love.
We now evolve.
Judgment from others fades away.
In strength and truth,
We boldly sway.
By flower and flame,
Earth and sky,
Our roots go deep.
Our dreams rise high.
Tall poppies bloom without a care,
Confident,
Free,
Bold,
And rare.
We silence whispers,
Doubts within.
A radiant journey now begins.
The witch's wounds we gently mend.
Our magic strong,
Our hearts transcend.
Boldly charging now what we deserve.
Standing tall with steady nerve.
Social media's stage we embrace.
Owning our power,
Claiming our place.
With every breath,
Confidence flows as inner beauty outward glows.
We blossom now,
Vibrant and true.
Success and power,
Our sacred view.
The spell is cast.
It is complete in every heart.
Fierce flames now beat.
So mote it be for all to see.
Empowered now,
Forever free.
You were never too much,
Too loud,
Too bold,
Or too bright.
You are perfect already.
You are simply too extraordinary to stay hidden.
You are meant to show up,
Speak up,
And stand out.
Www.
Mooji.
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