The Art of MovementMature

The art of movement starts from the heart then you relearn to walk, the place where grace is a measure of whether your consistency of concsiousness is complete, whether the beat of your feet can compete with the time that your wrist watch places on your pace and the race of your heart as you trace a route along the city's wall overhead with a silent tread instead of the absent gaze that keeps the world a haze with the state of mind that insists on resisting the senses that tell of every muscle that tenses, the realization that your racing is formed with grace rather than haste, or the waste of breath, your every motion is a notion of the truth that emotion is proof that the world is real only cause of what you feel, and that deep connection is a reflection of the expression that comes when not a single action is rehearsed, moving freely through the universe.

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