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.
LUCY MARY BALLWho is in control, the mind or the soul; is it the changing thoughts the presence despite what rises and falls.
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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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You can never truly lose the spirit that is you, finders are keepers when it comes to core truths.
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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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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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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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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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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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Your heart has always known; the work is to shovel enough mind rubble to hear it speak.
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She’s afraid of losing love, not realizing she’s the universe.
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They had different minds but their hearts were aligned and their souls entwined; for they were two of a kind.
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When all is said and done, the moon still shines with the sun.
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Why is it so difficult to simply be, to look around the room and just be free; why do I feel a need to add something to me, when I’m the consciousness that holds every key.
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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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Perspective isn’t clear in the midst of storms, for its signal is distorted whilst its being transformed.
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