Art of Movement

Art of Movement Stories of how movement towards different destinations & people leads to movement within, they inhale & exhale here. Care to breathe it all in with me?

This website is a collection of thought-provoking and inspirational literature that focuses on relatable human experiences through traveling. Website: www.artofmovement.net
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An ache for oneness with all that we are and all that we'll ever be 💧☀️🌿🌙   @ Lake Balaton, Hungary
26/08/2020

An ache for oneness with all that we are and all that we'll ever be 💧☀️🌿🌙 @ Lake Balaton, Hungary

the measurable grainy knowledge we (claim to) know and rigid ideas we propagate are nothing (!!!!) compared to the knowl...
17/06/2020

the measurable grainy knowledge we (claim to) know and rigid ideas we propagate are nothing (!!!!) compared to the knowledge of the unquantifiable, dynamic, organic breath of the nameless @ Zagora, Morocco

So few grains of happinessmeasured against all the darkand still the scales balance.The world asks of usonly the strengt...
09/06/2020

So few grains of happiness
measured against all the dark
and still the scales balance.

The world asks of us
only the strength we have and we give it.
Then it asks more, and we give it.

The Weighing
by Jane Hirshfield

In Porto, beauty and terror, but long-time happening everywhere, and to everyone, and in every undocumented corner, wher...
29/05/2020

In Porto, beauty and terror, but long-time happening everywhere, and to everyone, and in every undocumented corner, where flowers bloom and blood(y injustice) is shed.

two, one, threesustain ●ability-(how achievable can it ○be)
08/05/2020

two, one, three
sus
tain ●
ability
-
(how achievable can it ○
be)

tiger, lion, pantherin the woodssilenceis more pronounced than everthe presencealmost gets used to the presence,uncontai...
07/05/2020

tiger, lion, panther
in the woods
silence
is more pronounced than ever
the presence
almost gets used to the presence,
uncontainable in its danger

so it explodes into
clarity amidst the cries of
the ducks, the children,
the cicadas and even the moon

are as real as they get
or just imagined
silence
only becomes violent
when you keep trying to find

the distance of the sound(less)
doesn’t even matter
as long as you try @ Leuven, Belgium

(Tupac)where you atsigh, asign of the timesdeep breathsa cureto the burning bluryet anothersignof the times-(you once sa...
06/05/2020

(Tupac)
where you at
sigh, a
sign of the times
deep breaths
a cure
to the burning blur
yet another
sign
of the times
-
(you once said,
keep ya head up)
🌳

en•sem•ble.No signs nor symbols; myth melts in togetherness.        @ Essaouira, Morocco
13/02/2020

en•sem•ble.
No signs nor symbols; myth melts in togetherness.

@ Essaouira, Morocco

If it capacitates your shadows as much your light, lingers at dusks as much as at dawns, stretches attention more than i...
07/01/2020

If it capacitates your shadows as much your light, lingers at dusks as much as at dawns, stretches attention more than intention, then with or without naming it, affirm its beauty.

Sometimes awayNever goneAlways homePic by .asya        @ Kraków, Poland
27/12/2019

Sometimes away
Never gone
Always home

Pic by .asya

@ Kraków, Poland

With or without you
15/09/2019

With or without you

Books were rearranged and the walls got painted. Rituals evolved. But never did they happen without questions and discom...
07/08/2019

Books were rearranged and the walls got painted. Rituals evolved. But never did they happen without questions and discomfort. No matter how many centuries of exposure our generation has, children growing and leaving their nests to shape their own destinies are still hard to swallow. The colors of sun-kissed skin and summer skies and ombrellini open us up, but damn we curl in cocoons, sometimes weep, when roofs and roots suddenly get enveloped in white. More cars crowd the highways. Temperatures stretch into extremes. No, I tried but i just can’t eat meat anymore. I moved on. He moved on. I feel my body now and it took time to be here.

Lessons during travel are always treasured. May they never be lost in the swift and blurry passing of days. But even travel has shifted its meaning in my life. It stopped being the movement from one place to another or from movement from outer to inner. Travel has become another form of breath, and that meant a normality, a way of living, the learning passage, a type of sandwich eaten on lunches at the park. It is the fisherman setting out at sea all the dawns of his life. As we all experience, traveling intersects across perspectives and projections, and so now, it is less romanticized for me, but more taken in plain truth in the grand scheme of things. “It is not consolation. It is light”, as Simone Weil had put it, albeit she referred to love. Furthermore, she wrote in her reflections, “So we have to die in order to liberate a tied up energy, in order to possess an energy which is free and capable of understanding the true relationship of things.” Life in death.

More shedding at artofmovement.space. If curiosity for a new story calls you: https://www.artofmovement.space/blog/2019/8/3/re-imagining-fireflies-in-fantasies-what-travel-and-writing-are-not-anymore

Cím

Lake Balaton, Hungary
Balatonboglár

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