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.
LUCY MARY BALLYour eyes look brighter somehow, as though the clouds within have parted, and your inner sun is radiating all your heart is.
More Lucy Mary Ball Quotes
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The sky breathes life into the vastness that is I.
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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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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 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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You can never truly lose the spirit that is you, finders are keepers when it comes to core truths.
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She was aching to reach the stars, to feel the magic within her heart.
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The most painful times reap the deepest transformations.
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Her dreams were akin to the vastness within.
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Maybe you don’t need to have all the answers, maybe life need not be slower or faster; maybe everything’s evolving in the magic of the unseen, maybe its not about doing but simply being.
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Worry and fear did their best to sway her, but she was too preoccupied with truth.
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Inner turbulence means you’re onto something; your awareness is deepening and your truth is rising.
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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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When you follow your soul you lose the control, as conditioning falls away the world becomes less loud; but then your soul tribe appear the ones who also vowed, to ensure the depths of their hearts found.
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She’s afraid of losing love, not realizing she’s the universe.
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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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