Movement isn’t simply our birthright, It’s our universal essence

I sit in silence in this yellow walled room,

Even in stillness there is movement;

Outside my window, white clouds move,

Foam the shape of gazelles decorate the sky;

Down below, two children jump,

They move faster than the clouds; 

I smell their joy,

I smile from my liver,

And I suddenly remember,

Our solar system formed through a collision;

We’re born from movement,

We’re born into movement;

Water moves inside us,

The ebb and flow of a calm sea;

We take fourteen breaths per minute,

Our hearts beat eighty times in sixty seconds;

Plants change colors,

Parents  bury their children;

Movement isn’t simply our birthright, 

it’s our universal essence.