Sometimes all we can do is feel. What moves you is a sensation that has no boundaries. There are no words worthy of the ebb and flow.
The shift from within that transcends without. Sliding under the surface of the skin. Racing through the steady beats of our hearts. The feeling complex and multidimensional; aching to breach the surface.
This movement that whispers of memories forgotten and revisited. It tastes the anchored emotions and hears the echo of the limbs resonating throughout.
Lucid in its own expression as words tumble inadequately trying to describe what it already knows.
Sometimes all we can do is feel.
It radiates joy as it has been given wings to fly. Knowing its truth.
We feel it rise and fall as easily as breath. Movement is life.
“Don’t move the way fear makes you move. Move the way love makes you move. Move the way joy makes you move.”- Osho