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My soul entwined by the light,
making me see those miracles everywhere.
The truth inside me,
where it has always been.
Sometimes though it’s hard to hear my heart. Maybe it’s because of the past pain trickling down like rain. All the stormy seas, I prefer the gentle breeze.
It is a process this learning how to turn down the chatter of our mind.
It fools us you know,
makes us believe things, we think we want to believe.
It’s our fears that get in the way, sometimes it makes us too afraid to take the risk that will set us free.

Xo

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