They had different minds but their hearts were aligned and their souls entwined; for they were two of a kind.
LUCY MARY BALLShe felt uninspired dull and unfired, she craved newness to be clueless; something wild.
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She realized she was lonely for herself, for she missed the taste of oneness and the way connection felt.
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I’ve always been right here buried under the rubble of fear; I simply forgot how near I’ve always been to the heart that holds love dear.
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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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Sometimes she pleaded with life, only to find out that she was begging for her very essence; for she is life itself.
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It always comes back to you, when I turn away you’re in my rear view; life twists and turns arriving at pastures new, but still it always comes back to you.
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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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Perspective isn’t clear in the midst of storms, for its signal is distorted whilst its being transformed.
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Every moment of presence is a moment of soul; the portal in which true tales are told and hearts desires unfold.
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Setbacks only unveiled the depth of her commitment to her dreams.
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She felt uninspired dull and unfired, she craved newness to be clueless; something wild.
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Sometimes what’s needed is gentle truths; a soak in pure feelings that honor the real you.
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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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She sidestepped her mind to breathe in the new day, and ask for her heart to show her the way.
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Your eyes look brighter somehow, as though the clouds within have parted, and your inner sun is radiating all your heart is.
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Your heart has always known; the work is to shovel enough mind rubble to hear it speak.
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