Love wins, for it is true; see love is the essence, the purity within you.
LUCY MARY BALLLove 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.
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 realized she was lonely for herself, for she missed the taste of oneness and the way connection felt.
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It always comes back to you, when I turn away you’re in my rear view; life twists and turns arriving at pastures new, but still it always comes back to you.
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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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There’s something about twilight that makes her soul shine bright; its as though the glow of the sky draws out the beam of her light.
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She was aching to reach the stars, to feel the magic within her heart.
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She’s afraid of losing love, not realizing she’s the universe.
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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 wants to live in trust; knowing that the right particles are colliding, in the most divinely timed timing.
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Worry and fear did their best to sway her, but she was too preoccupied with truth.
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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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Inner turbulence means you’re onto something; your awareness is deepening and your truth is rising.
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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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The girl she’d always wished to be, was reflecting back to her soul’s poetry.
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