Some parts of the journey are about learning to be; unclasping the hands of productivity to set us free.
LUCY MARY BALLYour heart has always known; the work is to shovel enough mind rubble to hear it speak.
More Lucy Mary Ball Quotes
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You can never truly lose the spirit that is you, finders are keepers when it comes to core truths.
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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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The sky breathes life into the vastness that is I.
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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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Who is in control, the mind or the soul; is it the changing thoughts the presence despite what rises and falls.
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She felt uninspired dull and unfired, she craved newness to be clueless; something wild.
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Worry and fear did their best to sway her, but she was too preoccupied with truth.
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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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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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Find a home in your heart in the part that stays, the love that powers through you and your soul bright rays.
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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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Her emotions no longer scared her, and she was declared free.
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It took her years to release the scars that covered her heart, and the final puzzle piece was realizing she’d been love from the start.
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Love is free, and so is she, for she is love, so she has its key. Love is free, its you and its me, for love beams through, when we simply be.
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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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