I feel well, watched and unwatched, I feel curiosity: About the next chord And I know, when the change is coming. Comforting knowledge. The rhythm shines a light on my physical being. The melodies flow around my presence.

We perceive the same, or don’t we?
Memories intertwine with singing voices and the beat, the beat, the beat. Grounding roar of my time. And my voice is a tiger ready to jump. But today I rhyme with my body. An unspoken belly dance to praise the life, we live. Thinking of the persistent occupation of minds, bodies, lands. Resisting despair and doing it anyways, because of, despite of… Our souls dance on the collars, bones and evil actions of our enemies. For us, time is dancing, for they dance with death and will lose their breath finally.

What am I in movement?
A soul that expresses and embraces joy to dance Egocentric in my most appreciated way. Poetry of sound waves flowing through the air, hitting my ears and my trust and my guts, To experience a new philosophy of movement. My pounding heart, the heat of the room and the sweat beneath my lips. Show me pearl for pearl, I am alive and I am thriving. As long as I let the music guide my limbs. As long as I find the time for dancing.
As long as there is music to dance to, and people to share the experience with. As long as we celebrate life, we are not to overcome.

Johanna nion Blau, 5. September 2026