Perspective isn’t clear in the midst of storms, for its signal is distorted whilst its being transformed.
LUCY MARY BALLPerspective isn’t clear in the midst of storms, for its signal is distorted whilst its being transformed.
LUCY MARY BALLIt 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.
LUCY MARY BALLShe realized she was lonely for herself, for she missed the taste of oneness and the way connection felt.
LUCY MARY BALLIn 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.
LUCY MARY BALLSometimes she pleaded with life, only to find out that she was begging for her very essence; for she is life itself.
LUCY MARY BALLThe sky breathes life into the vastness that is I.
LUCY MARY BALLShe’s afraid of losing love, not realizing she’s the universe.
LUCY MARY BALLInner turbulence means you’re onto something; your awareness is deepening and your truth is rising.
LUCY MARY BALLShe realized her longing was for her own heart; to feel whole and complete rather than teared apart.
LUCY MARY BALLWhy 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 BALLFind a home in your heart in the part that stays, the love that powers through you and your soul bright rays.
LUCY MARY BALLIt 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.
LUCY MARY BALLWhen 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.
LUCY MARY BALLShe was aching to reach the stars, to feel the magic within her heart.
LUCY MARY BALLIts natural to feel fear and pain, when you’re healing old wounds to come home again.
LUCY MARY BALLThere’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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