She knew what was in her heart and that was enough; she could feel what was real for it lighted her up.
LUCY MARY BALLI’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.
More Lucy Mary Ball Quotes
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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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Healing isn’t about changing who you are, for its a coming of home from which you’ve wandered far.
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Worry and fear did their best to sway her, but she was too preoccupied with truth.
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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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She wants to live in trust; knowing that the right particles are colliding, in the most divinely timed timing.
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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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The girl she’d always wished to be, was reflecting back to her soul’s poetry.
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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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Her emotions no longer scared her, and she was declared free.
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When you follow your soul you lose the control, as conditioning falls away the world becomes less loud; but then your soul tribe appear the ones who also vowed, to ensure the depths of their hearts found.
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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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Responding differently to the same situations is that brings about transformation.
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She nursed her wounds, softly holding space, breathing love into pain, until it turned into grace.
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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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