Listening beyond words

 

Listening Beyond Words

I move slower now, and I understand why.

The body is rebuilding itself honestly.

Each step, each breath, each posture is teaching me patience.

I no longer rush strength.

I allow it to return.

Yoga has changed how I think, not by adding ideas,

but by removing noise.

The breath speaks first.

The body tells the truth.

I notice how much the world relies on words.

Repetition.

Stories.

The comfort of saying the same thing again and again.

And I respect that.

But it is no longer my way.

My practice requires discipline.

Hours of presence.

Attention without distraction.

Consistency without applause.

Because of that, my mind is quieter.

My awareness is sharper.

And my path is clearer.

I accept that not everyone will understand this rhythm.

I accept that belonging doesn’t always look like connection.

Sometimes it looks like patience.

I stay open.

Not searching, not convincing.

Just present.

I know my tribe exists—

those who listen with their bodies,

who practice what they speak,

who understand silence as wisdom.

Until then, I keep walking.

I keep breathing.

I keep practicing.

And that is enough.

— Yoruba Yogi