Transition

The butterfly hung suspended,

As if it's wings had forgotten how to fly.
It's existence imprinted in its mind,
The endless tale of crawling, biting, building, hardship.
And then just as quickly as it became suspended,
It suddenly fluttered it's wings.
Remembering once again it's beautiful transition,
From caterpillar to butterfly.
 
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Breakthrough

If there is power in love,

Then love yourself

So the power flows through you

 

If there is power in food,

Then fuel your body

With the purest of ingredients

 

If there is power in books,

Then fill your mind

With all the words from as many pages as you can

 

If there is power in music,

Then let your ears

Hear all the beautiful melodies you can find

 

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