Beau Taplin: “A soul mate is not the whole picture, remember that, they are just the final piece.”
I spent last night reading Beau Taplin until my eyes were red. I remembered the first time when I came across his instagram in this year. I was under the charm of his words. Because of many posts, I felt my heart was beating in the similar tune. In that moment Australia the continent was not so far for me. In one of his posts, he commented “… lets people know they’re not alone in what they’re experiencing.” He is such a good follower of his dear heart and this is the key I think that can open the heaven’s door. Again I crushed on his words but the new ones that they belong to Beau Taplin ‘s new book “Buried Light”. I have a feeling that I need to have that book and read more. You can also check his website where is the only place you can buy copies of his books. My last words are full of thankfulness ’cause they carried lots of magic to me from … Thanks! ♥
Beau Taplin: Read Until Your Eyes Are Red
Listen to me, your body is not a temple. Temples can be destroyed and desecrated. Your body is a forest—thick canopies of maple trees and sweet scented wildflowers sprouting in the under wood. You will grow back, over and over, no matter how badly you are devastated.
are made of water–
we were not designed
to hold ourselves together
rather run freely
SOMETIMES, HOME HAS A HEARTBEAT.
Home is not where you are from, it is where you belong. Some of us travel the whole world to find it. Others, find it in a person.
I want somebody
with a sharp intellect
and a heart from hell.
eyes like starfire
and a mouth with a kiss
like a bottomless well.
I just want someone
who will love me.
when I do not
know how to love myself.
Bewilder me. That’s what I’m looking for. With every passing year I’ve grown exceedingly weary and complacent. Nothing interest me anymore. I want to be kissed clueless. I want my attention to be gripped for more than a few moments. I want to be stunned and surprised and compelled to second guess every damn thing I think I know about the universe.
There’s something unusual about us.
Something deeply spiritual.
The way we fall into one another
so naturally like our love was carved of the earth.
There are star systems
bursting at our fingertips when we touch.
We are in tune.
Our hearts croon the same old song.
The universe planned for us. I know it. I know it.
You get me. There’s no other way to put it. When I am a whirlwind of a person, a mess of bad moods and even worse ideas, you move in slow, wrap each of your arms around me and in an instant, I am understood.
When I am blind to all else, I see the way through you.
I knew right away that you were it for me.
There were no reservations
or second thoughts.
I saw you and in an instant
knew in my bones,
my soul had known your soul lifetimes ago.
She was the tide, always drifting in and out of the lives of those who loved her, eternally indecisive, unable to discern whether she desired the solidity of land or the wild freedom of the ocean.
I swear I am never more focused or driven than I am when I’m empty and miserable. I’m the type who will take over the world just trying to distract myself from missing you.
“Even the negative forces in your life can be harnessed for good. I can’t remember the last time I was genuinely happy, but rather than let it bind me in place, I use it. Power can be found in unlikely places. Crawl on your hands and knees if you have to. Whatever it takes. Just keep on moving.” ― Beau Taplin
The more time
you grow in my heart.
“Some people can’t be pushed away and forgotten—time doesn’t heal ALL wounds. Some things you’ve got to fight for. Some things you’ve got to save.” ― Beau Taplin
Healing takes time.
Like a small garden in the soul
you plant the seeds,
and with a little care,
sunlight and patience,
you watch them grow.
Dreaming of you is a little like listening to the song inside a sea shell–you can’t see the waves or smell the salt but its call can make you feel like you’re there by the ocean. I know you’re not really here. But when you miss a thing this badly, even the illusion is enough.
Kiss me until I forget how terrified I am of everything wrong with my life.
A soul mate is not the whole picture, remember that, they are just the final piece.
It’s you. It’s been you for as long as I can remember. Everyone else has just been another failed attempt at perfecting the art of pretending you’re not. I miss you.
I want to fall to sleep with you,
and I could care less
whether it is in
layers upon layers
or only our skin –
all I really want is to wake up
where I end and you begin.