What do I say the mind is pulling me away, when my beingness has always been here to stay.
LUCY MARY BALLBe soft, feeling your way through be open, ready to receive the new be bold, and honest about what’s right for you Be loving, and you’ll feel that love too.
More Lucy Mary Ball Quotes
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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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Responding differently to the same situations is that brings about transformation.
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She’s afraid of losing love, not realizing she’s the universe.
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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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Worry and fear did their best to sway her, but she was too preoccupied with truth.
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She knew what was in her heart and that was enough; she could feel what was real for it lighted her up.
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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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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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She realized she was lonely for herself, for she missed the taste of oneness and the way connection felt.
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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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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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Her emotions no longer scared her, and she was declared free.
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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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The girl she’d always wished to be, was reflecting back to her soul’s poetry.
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