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.
LUCY MARY BALLIt 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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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’s afraid of losing love, not realizing she’s the universe.
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In this moment I am me, as much as I’m ever going to be; I’m not a memory that can no longer be seen, for I am the seer that always has been.
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Her dreams were akin to the vastness within.
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She felt uninspired dull and unfired, she craved newness to be clueless; something wild.
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Inner turbulence means you’re onto something; your awareness is deepening and your truth is rising.
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Your eyes look brighter somehow, as though the clouds within have parted, and your inner sun is radiating all your heart is.
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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 what’s needed is gentle truths; a soak in pure feelings that honor the real you.
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She sidestepped her mind to breathe in the new day, and ask for her heart to show her the way.
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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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Her emotions no longer scared her, and she was declared free.
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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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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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Worry and fear did their best to sway her, but she was too preoccupied with truth.
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