Sometimes she pleaded with life, only to find out that she was begging for her very essence; for she is life itself.
LUCY MARY BALLInner turbulence means you’re onto something; your awareness is deepening and your truth is rising.
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Inner turbulence means you’re onto something; your awareness is deepening and your truth is rising.
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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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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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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 sky breathes life into the vastness that is I.
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The most painful times reap the deepest transformations.
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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 was aching to reach the stars, to feel the magic within her heart.
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Every moment of presence is a moment of soul; the portal in which true tales are told and hearts desires unfold.
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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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She realized she was lonely for herself, for she missed the taste of oneness and the way connection felt.
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The waves of life arrive in rhythms, the tide goes in and out the moon shines in prisms; see its natural to feel the ups and downs for you’re life itself hidden or found.
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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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She’s not free when she’s waiting for something she can’t control, so she ventures inwards making different decisions; searching for the untold.
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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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