LEAP

Think of the butterfly who might be 
mistaken for a brown moth its entire life 
if it stayed too shy, and never opened 
it's brilliant wings to fly 
and land softly among the flowers,
drinking in the sweetness of life.

Now is not the time to squirm back 
into an old, familiar scene.
the gentle whispers of your spirit have 
grown so loud you can no longer 
block them out, or contort yourself back
into a shape which you have already been.

So tear down the walls of the old cocoon
and leap now as new life wants to unfold!

A falling star is rewarded 
by its mere courage to be seen.

LEAP

Think of the butterfly who might be mistaken for a brown moth its entire life if it stayed too shy, and never opened it's brilliant wings to fly and land softly among the flowers, drinking in the sweetness of life.

Now is not the time to squirm back into an old, familiar scene. The gentle whispers of your spirit have grown so loud you can no longer block them out, or contort yourself back into a shape which you have already been.

So tear down the walls of the old cocoon and leap now as new life wants to unfold!

A falling star is rewarded by its mere courage to be seen.