Today I learned the power of silence.
Not silence from fear,
but silence from understanding.
I walked through the cold,
moved my body,
regulated my breath,
and entered a room without needing to be heard.
I noticed something simple and deep:
words alone do not heal me.
My body does.
Breath softened what thought could not.
Movement dissolved what talking kept alive.
Stillness answered questions no discussion could reach.
I don’t need to convince anyone.
I don’t need to explain my healing.
I don’t need to defend my path.
What healed my fear was not analysis.
What healed my anger was not debate.
What healed my resentment was not reliving the past.
It was breathing.
It was movement.
It was listening inward.
Today I chose compassion over commentary.
Presence over opinion.
Embodiment over explanation.
And that was enough.
Yoruba Yogi.
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