You can never truly lose the spirit that is you, finders are keepers when it comes to core truths.
LUCY MARY BALLWho is in control, the mind or the soul; is it the changing thoughts the presence despite what rises and falls.
More Lucy Mary Ball Quotes
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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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Setbacks only unveiled the depth of her commitment to her dreams.
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Love wins, for it is true; see love is the essence, the purity within you.
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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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Some parts of the journey are about learning to be; unclasping the hands of productivity to set us free.
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She realized her longing was for her own heart; to feel whole and complete rather than teared apart.
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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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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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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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Her emotions no longer scared her, and she was declared free.
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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 felt uninspired dull and unfired, she craved newness to be clueless; something wild.
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We’re just so inevitable, you’re woven within my souls call, see it doesn’t matter if we fly or fall, for your hearts entwined within me despite it all.
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She nursed her wounds, softly holding space, breathing love into pain, until it turned into grace.
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