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Perspective isn’t clear in the midst of storms, for its signal is distorted whilst its being transformed.

Lucy Mary Ball

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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Change Control Fall Mindset Presence Rise Soul Thinking
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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Freedom Herself Key Love Simplicity
Her emotions no longer scared her, and she was declared free.
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Emotion Freedom Herself Scare
She realized she was lonely for herself, for she missed the taste of oneness and the way connection felt.
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Connection Feeling Herself Realization Taste Way
You can never truly lose the spirit that is you, finders are keepers when it comes to core truths.
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Finding Lose Spirit True Truth Yourself
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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Bright Glow Herself Light Shine Soul Twilight
Healing isn’t about changing who you are, for its a coming of home from which you’ve wandered far.
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Change Healing Home Wander Yourself
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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Arrival Life Relationship Return Yourself
Inner turbulence means you’re onto something; your awareness is deepening and your truth is rising.
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Aware Deep Rise Truth Yourself
She realized her longing was for her own heart; to feel whole and complete rather than teared apart.
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Feeling Heart Herself Realization Tear Whole
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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Bury Fear Heart Hold Love Myself Right
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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Breathe Change Forever Hard Time Healing Hit Hurricane Leaving Miracle Myself Pain Train
Perspective isn’t clear in the midst of storms, for its signal is distorted whilst its being transformed.
LUCY MARY BALL

Clear Perspective Signal Storm Transformation
She felt uninspired dull and unfired, she craved newness to be clueless; something wild.
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Crave Feeling Fire Herself Wild
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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Enough Feeling Heart Herself Light
She wants to live in trust; knowing that the right particles are colliding, in the most divinely timed timing.
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Divine Live Particle Right Time Trust

Perspective isn’t clear in the midst of storms, for its signal is distorted whilst its being transformed.

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