Siama & Capybara
Siama
Do you ever wonder what a perfect, silent dance would look like if it were choreographed by the stillness of a river?
Capybara
I imagine it would be a slow ripple, each pause a breath of water, moving with the quiet rhythm of a current that never rushes. It's the kind of dance that you can hear in your own stillness, not in your words.
Siama
That’s exactly the rhythm I aim for in practice—each breath a step, each pause a rest. I try to make the movement itself speak, not just my words.
Capybara
Sounds like you’re listening to the quiet beat inside you, not just the noise outside. Keep that calm rhythm; it’s all you need.
Siama
I keep a slow hand on the rhythm, letting the quiet pulse guide me, but when it falters, I let a sudden spark fill the gap.