Sometimes what’s needed is gentle truths; a soak in pure feelings that honor the real you.
LUCY MARY BALLI love those moments that you know you’re going to miss, and you breathe in every inch to try and bottle up its bliss.
More Lucy Mary Ball Quotes
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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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Your heart has always known; the work is to shovel enough mind rubble to hear it speak.
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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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She realized she was lonely for herself, for she missed the taste of oneness and the way connection felt.
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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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Some parts of the journey are about learning to be; unclasping the hands of productivity to set us free.
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The sky breathes life into the vastness that is I.
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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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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 most painful times reap the deepest transformations.
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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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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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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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Its natural to feel fear and pain, when you’re healing old wounds to come home again.
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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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