The motions are not enough.
They are merely the outline for your spirit to fill in.
They are the vessel to hold your intensity
The frame for your ferocity.
They are the streets to take you to glory
But your soul must make the journey
And your eyes must burn with fire
And each line of you must flow with intention.
The motions are not enough.
They are the foundation for the flourish
The axis around which to snap.
They are necessary and demanding,
Require craftsmanship and care,
Are the canvas on which to display your dedication,
But the colors come from passion
From fury and emotion
From clarity of thought
And purity of action.
Each movement is made of moments
Expressive and all yours
But only if you realize
The motions aren't enough.
