"I'm a child of sun and the stars I love"
Home is not a physical place or destination. It is the constant pulse deep within us that beats to the rhythm of our hearts.
And sometimes we forget.
Sometimes we dance out of rhythm. Sometimes we feel out of tune. Sometimes we are thrust out of our bodies and can’t recall the magnitude of light from that which we are created.
Stars died to create you.
Dance between light and shadow. Accept that you will forget in order to remember. Listen to the call. Find stillness in movement. Surrender to the gravity pulling you home.
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