~How do we find love without becoming fools, carrying our hearts in rucksacks on our backs for the journey? Do we keep ourselves safe by standing afar in observation? Or do we venture forward with shoulders back and breath open?
What the soul wants more than breath itself is to feel secure in knowing it is safe and is seen by another in it's totality, lovingly. To be understood.
This is love, maybe only in our minds does it truly exist, ideal and perfect...but it is the love the soul needs to breathe freely.
This kind of love, is the mist the sun makes from water sitting on the earth...reciprocal in it's nature...waiting to be inhaled and turned into light.
Being truly loved is breathing for the soul~ ♥
@8/4/12DanyaMosgofian
~A storm is nature's way of kicking up dust, showing us the dark corners we've neglected so we can clean them out and begin anew. And sometimes storms are simply there to throw us off balance, to change the angle from which we view life and force us to see things from a different vantage point... even if that means looking up from our bottoms, mouth gaping wide~
Wild as the ocean, free as a mountain sitting motionless. Soft as a storm blooming in full.
Wild as the ocean. Free as a mountain sitting motionless. Soft as a storm blooming in full.
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