She wants to live in trust; knowing that the right particles are colliding, in the most divinely timed timing.
LUCY MARY BALLShe realized she was lonely for herself, for she missed the taste of oneness and the way connection felt.
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She felt uninspired dull and unfired, she craved newness to be clueless; something wild.
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She realized her longing was for her own heart; to feel whole and complete rather than teared apart.
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Perspective isn’t clear in the midst of storms, for its signal is distorted whilst its being transformed.
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We’re just so inevitable, you’re woven within my souls call, see it doesn’t matter if we fly or fall, for your hearts entwined within me despite it all.
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She’s not free when she’s waiting for something she can’t control, so she ventures inwards making different decisions; searching for the untold.
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Maybe you don’t need to have all the answers, maybe life need not be slower or faster; maybe everything’s evolving in the magic of the unseen, maybe its not about doing but simply being.
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The sky breathes life into the vastness that is I.
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Her emotions no longer scared her, and she was declared free.
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The waves of life arrive in rhythms, the tide goes in and out the moon shines in prisms; see its natural to feel the ups and downs for you’re life itself hidden or found.
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In this moment I am me, as much as I’m ever going to be; I’m not a memory that can no longer be seen, for I am the seer that always has been.
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I love those moments that you know you’re going to miss, and you breathe in every inch to try and bottle up its bliss.
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Some parts of the journey are about learning to be; unclasping the hands of productivity to set us free.
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What do I say the mind is pulling me away, when my beingness has always been here to stay.
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Its natural to feel fear and pain, when you’re healing old wounds to come home again.
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The girl she’d always wished to be, was reflecting back to her soul’s poetry.
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