Varied Movement
Feel.
Feel the beat,
Thrumming out from your heart,
Into the town and into the street,
A chorus of rhythm, your eyes dart,
Can anyone else sense the tremors in their spirit,
Could anyone else fathom or hear it?
You know it’s important, so you start to follow,
A blade of grass, the sky, a swallow,
Feelings and messages you start to relay,
This unique form of art, conveying what words cannot say,
Through “varied movementâ€, as some would call this,
But its visual style brings more than bliss.
Each step, a sudden stroke of paint for the mural of ideas,
Every fluid motion, a chorus of one,
All positions, a fine surface made upon the sculpture of the mind.
Beauty born of focus takes root, in this, there is no crime,
All else fades away, and you connect with below and above,
Ignoring all insignificant forces as the earth, space, and time,
Everything melds together to create something we can’t understand, but love,
We bask in the unknown, revel in the uncertainty, and know all will be ok,
As long as there are people like you, to do this, be the shimmering light of day.
Any, who chases after something with this much passion,
Has reached a state of beauty and nirvana I weep to view,
So go on, and inspire all with your talent and skill, and let none have it be rationed,
For the many are inspired by the few,
And I have been inspired by you.
