Your eyes look brighter somehow, as though the clouds within have parted, and your inner sun is radiating all your heart is.
LUCY MARY BALLWhat do I say the mind is pulling me away, when my beingness has always been here to stay.
More Lucy Mary Ball Quotes
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When all is said and done, the moon still shines with the sun.
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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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Her emotions no longer scared her, and she was declared free.
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Its natural to feel fear and pain, when you’re healing old wounds to come home again.
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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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She’s afraid of losing love, not realizing she’s the universe.
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Setbacks only unveiled the depth of her commitment to her dreams.
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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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Healing isn’t about changing who you are, for its a coming of home from which you’ve wandered far.
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The sky breathes life into the vastness that is I.
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It hits me like a train, a hurricane of pain, the type that leaves one breathless whilst imprinting a deep stain; but then by some miracle it slowly fades away again, and I find myself back, forever changed.
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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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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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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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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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