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and so a child was born. amoungst flowers, amoungst the tress who spoke freely. Amoungst the moss that whispered her to sleep. An amoungst the the rocks that breathed the life into her small, golden body.
the first time she opened her eyes she saw a rainbow. the first thing she remembered touching was the earth. and the first time she spoke...the rocks shattered. the trees shook, the flowers fell apart and the moss turned to glass. her voice was not for this place, so she chose other ways to talk. The earth forgave her and together they learnt how to mold this single beautiful being named Mara.
her life was not so different from your or mine. she still felt frustrated and caged in her life despite her Sprite like existence. the kind many of us dream of. just like us, she would sometimes forget to see, feel, touch and listen to the magic that surrounded her. she was lucky though, the warm, steady pulse of the earth would always bring her back to her roots, remind her that even if she doesn't belong here, there was a sliver of what could be deep inside her core. a few of you may recognise that in the lump in your throat. That is purity in its truest form.
Although Mara was unable to speak for fear of the entire world collapsing, she would talk. Through her eyes of wonder. Her eyes bore the sigh of sound and how silvery it was to look at. Such a wonderful shiver of realisation when you could see what she was saying. the true beauty was that because she lived in her world of colours and trees, she rarely came into contact with people. those that did see her, recognised her immediately and felt the lump in their throats leak from their eyes. lives are changed forever this way.
she never really longed for a companion as she had never met anyone who matched her and she found everything she needed in the soil, leaves, rocks and everything else. she knew she existed on this plane and the other, for her that was plenty. but, she knew the day would come.
unicorns exist, her eyes would say. fairies have danced in my hair! her tears you'd see, were pure silver and purity grown.
her legs carried her wherever they wanted to you know. not a soul in her world would have it otherwise. even though they knew the day would come.
there was a fire that burnt the trees. a flood that washed it all away. a wind that broke it all apart and a shaking that drew everything into gaping earth stomachs. this was a given, she knew. how could anything communicate without such destruction? she knew no other kind of voice.
thoughts in her head, thoughts of freedom, thoughts of more colours, dreams of real existence and certainly that it exists. "the day is coming" they whispered. for once, she was oblivious. so distracted was she by this knowledge that she forgot the day wold come.
it happened, too true. just like that. on a day no different from today.
her steps grew lighter, her smile brighter, her eyes more see-through and her skin the only clue.
brighter, brighter and brighter! until all you could see were the eyes, the smile and the light. those who saw were forever altered into a state of dreaming.
her truth discovered, she smiled all the more and finally whispered her song. the song carried her off in a second like the one just passed. the day had come. it gave birth to butterflies.
there is truth in butterflies, all you have to do is listen from that other place inside. the one that pulses and shines and glows so brightly you forget it altogether.
pulse and shine with it.
the next time you see a butterfly, as it what its name is. you may be surprised.
the first time she opened her eyes she saw a rainbow. the first thing she remembered touching was the earth. and the first time she spoke...the rocks shattered. the trees shook, the flowers fell apart and the moss turned to glass. her voice was not for this place, so she chose other ways to talk. The earth forgave her and together they learnt how to mold this single beautiful being named Mara.
her life was not so different from your or mine. she still felt frustrated and caged in her life despite her Sprite like existence. the kind many of us dream of. just like us, she would sometimes forget to see, feel, touch and listen to the magic that surrounded her. she was lucky though, the warm, steady pulse of the earth would always bring her back to her roots, remind her that even if she doesn't belong here, there was a sliver of what could be deep inside her core. a few of you may recognise that in the lump in your throat. That is purity in its truest form.
Although Mara was unable to speak for fear of the entire world collapsing, she would talk. Through her eyes of wonder. Her eyes bore the sigh of sound and how silvery it was to look at. Such a wonderful shiver of realisation when you could see what she was saying. the true beauty was that because she lived in her world of colours and trees, she rarely came into contact with people. those that did see her, recognised her immediately and felt the lump in their throats leak from their eyes. lives are changed forever this way.
she never really longed for a companion as she had never met anyone who matched her and she found everything she needed in the soil, leaves, rocks and everything else. she knew she existed on this plane and the other, for her that was plenty. but, she knew the day would come.
unicorns exist, her eyes would say. fairies have danced in my hair! her tears you'd see, were pure silver and purity grown.
her legs carried her wherever they wanted to you know. not a soul in her world would have it otherwise. even though they knew the day would come.
there was a fire that burnt the trees. a flood that washed it all away. a wind that broke it all apart and a shaking that drew everything into gaping earth stomachs. this was a given, she knew. how could anything communicate without such destruction? she knew no other kind of voice.
thoughts in her head, thoughts of freedom, thoughts of more colours, dreams of real existence and certainly that it exists. "the day is coming" they whispered. for once, she was oblivious. so distracted was she by this knowledge that she forgot the day wold come.
it happened, too true. just like that. on a day no different from today.
her steps grew lighter, her smile brighter, her eyes more see-through and her skin the only clue.
brighter, brighter and brighter! until all you could see were the eyes, the smile and the light. those who saw were forever altered into a state of dreaming.
her truth discovered, she smiled all the more and finally whispered her song. the song carried her off in a second like the one just passed. the day had come. it gave birth to butterflies.
there is truth in butterflies, all you have to do is listen from that other place inside. the one that pulses and shines and glows so brightly you forget it altogether.
pulse and shine with it.
the next time you see a butterfly, as it what its name is. you may be surprised.
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