Before you understood the words, you felt the music.

There is something in you that does not move.

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Not your opinions.

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Not your circumstances.

 

Not your sense of belonging.

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The part that was there before the world told you who to be — and will be there after.

Most people never stop long enough to feel it. Then a song comes on. And for a moment without knowing why - you are completely yourself.

 Roots -they do not grow toward the light. They go down into the earth, our home, and ground oneself.

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When you know what holds you, you know what you stand for.