Living in a dream where time weaves its tale,
A garden of wisdom, whispered, unveiled.
No need to chase those butterflies, so bright,
Let your essence shine, a radiant light.
Butterflies flutter, wild and free,
Yet in your haven, they choose to be.
The fragrance of growth, colors of care,
Draw them in, on the soft summer air.
Chasing shadows, a quest that won’t tire,
In self-cultivation, find your heart’s desire.
Reflect in the mirror, embrace what’s true,
For what you are, is what you will pursue.
A symphony of whispers, the universe sings,
Your authenticity, a melody that brings
The dreams you envision, the love you seek,
Not in chasing but in the soul’s mystique.
Let your heart be a compass, spirit a guide,
In the tranquil orchard, where dreams coincide.
In the stillness of self-love’s refrain,
All you long for, gently, will reign.
Don’t chase the echoes, the transient flight,
Build a haven of wonder, bathe in its light.
Butterflies, captivated, linger and stay,
In the garden of your being, where dreams find their way.
In the dance of desires, let patience unfold,
Life’s tapestry is woven, a story told.
Each bloom you nurture, a promise grown,
A haven of presence, your seeds are sown.
In the twilight of dreams, where time weaves its tale,
A garden of wisdom, whispered, unveiled.
No longer chase those elusive butterflies so bright,
Let your essence blaze, a radiant light.
In the dance of desires, let patience unfold,
Life’s tapestry woven, a story untold.
Each bloom you nurture, a promise grown,
A sanctuary of presence, your seeds are bravely sown.
Butterflies flutter, wild and free,
Yet, in your haven, they choose to be.
The fragrance of growth, colors of care,
Draw them in on the soft summer air.
Cease chasing shadows, a quest that won’t tire,
In self-cultivation, fuel your heart’s fire.
Reflect in the mirror, embrace what’s true,
For what you are is what you will pursue.
A symphony of whispers, the universe sings,
Your authenticity, a melody that stings
The dreams you envision, the love you seek,
Not in chasing but in the soul’s mystique.
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Let your heart be a compass, spirit a guide,
In the tranquil orchard, where dreams coincide.
In the stillness of self-love’s refrain,
All you long for, forcefully, will reign.
Don’t chase the echoes, the transient flight,
Build a fortress of wonder, bathe in its light.
Butterflies, captivated, linger and stay,
In the fortress of your being, where dreams find their way.
– Kim
