There is a language older than words, a way of knowing that does not come from thought, but from motion.
The body remembers what the mind forgets—how to move with the current, how to let energy flow instead of trapping it in stillness.
This is not a time for heavy thought. This is a time to let the pulse of the world move through you.
To step into the rhythm that has always been there, waiting. Feet on the earth, breath alive, heart open. When we move—truly move—we shift more than ourselves. The unseen moves with us. The air shifts. The frequencies adjust.
Do not let the fire smolder in your mind, turning to restless embers with nowhere to go. Direct the fuel.
Let it pour into your limbs, your hips, your fingertips. Let it consume hesitation and turn it into rhythm. Thought is only the spark—but movement is the flame.
There is no need to understand it. No need to name it. Just let it happen. Let movement be the activation. Let movement be the prayer. Let yourself become what you have always been—a force, a current, a rhythm that never truly stopped.
Move, and feel it awaken.
You are never struggling alone.