GOD IS A DJ.
LIFE IS A DANCEFLOOR.
LOVE IS THE RHYTHM.

MOVEMENT IS PRAYER.
I TRUST MY BODY.
SO I DANCE,

Shot & edited by Kai Oszlai

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The world begins with a breath.

Beneath the filtered light, where sunbeams catch in spiderwebs and the ground is soft with moss and memory, I step into the clearing. My feet are bare. The earth greets me like an old friend. 

I move. The air wraps around me like silk, my arms carving shapes into it. My spine arches toward the sky. Each motion is a word, each breath a verse.

God is not in the sky or the scripture. God is here—in the rustle of leaves, in the pulse beneath my skin, in the bassline I feel in my bones though no speaker plays it.

GOD IS A DJ.

LIFE IS A DANCEFLOOR.

LOVE IS THE RHYTHM.

The wind twirls through my hair. A drop of sweat rolls down my temple, as if anointing me. This is my ritual, my rebellion. I move to feel alive, to speak without speaking, to say yes to this body, this moment, this wild holy now.

MOVEMENT IS PRAYER.

I TRUST MY BODY.

SO I DANCE. 

The rules don’t matter here. I leap and the world leaps with me. The edges of my skin blur. My heartbeat is the tempo. My joy is the offering.

I do not need permission.

I do not need an ending.

I dance because it is how I remember.

I dance because it is how I am reborn.

And the world—strange and sacred—dances back.