Where movement becomes trust

Nothing here is still, yet nothing is rushed.
Colors move the way breath does, quietly and inevitably.

There was a moment when holding on no longer made sense.
Not because the path was clear,
but because the movement itself felt safe.

This is where control softens into listening.
Where each shift says: you are carried.
Not forward, not backward
but exactly where you need to be.

Here, movement becomes trust.